"No, he didn't slam into you, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you...he RUBBED you. And rubbin', son, is racin'."This weekend was race weekend at Atlanta Motor Speedway. I usually don't make an effort to attend the race, but this weekend I had the opportunity to go to the Craftsman Truck race on Saturday. I also attended the IROC race that was held immediately prior to the truck race.
--Robert Duvall (Harry Hogge) in Days of Thunder
My parents have, for the last several years, attended the race with my mom's sister and her husband. They camp at the racetrack, and attend all the races throughout the weekend. Last year, we met them for supper on Saturday night in Morrow, and we were going to do the same this year. Plans changed somewhat, however, when Leila's brother managed to get tickets to the truck race on Saturday.
So, Saturday morning, we loaded up Camille, Bryant and his friend Victor, and Leila and headed for the racetrack. We met up with my parents at the motorhome and visited for a while. Then, we made our way into the racetrack.
We were on row 62, so it was quite a hike to our seats. I was pretty beat when we got there. I was pleasantly surprised with the quality of the IROC race. I've never really been that interested in the IROC series, but the racing was pretty good.
The truck race was the highlight, though. There was a wreck at the beginning of lap 2 that caused the race to be red-flagged for 20 minutes. The remainder of the race was pretty clean, up until the last lap. Jack Sprague was leading, but Kyle Busch was coming on strong, coming from 5th to second in two laps. Coming out of turn 4, Kyle was making his move on the outside of Sprague, and Sprague tried to pinch Busch off by moving up. He pinched Busch to the wall, and Busch bounced off the wall and back into Sprague. Sprague went spinning and collected several other trucks. Busch went on to win.
It was a very exciting finish, a great way to end my first truck race. I've never really paid much attention to the truck races either, but after Saturday, I may change my mind.
After the race, we went to dinner with my parents and aunt and uncle. The service was unusually bad at the Roadhouse Grill. We couldn't get a good drink, and Victor's entree was first too rare, then too done. He ended up just cancelling the order. The funny thing is that they weren't all that busy.
We got home about 9:30. All in all, a very nice day. I'll have to do it again next year.