You're not gonna believe this.
OK, those of you who know me probably will.
Today was the very first time I got to go to the 1500. I've been dying to go for the last SEVERAL years. I *almost* made it in January, but ended up missing it.
This time, I was going to make it even if I had to walk.
(Remember that last sentence...because it probably could have come to that)
I planned for DAYS making sure I had everything I needed to take. My little flip book with phone numbers and a pen that actually writes. My reloading shopping list. Charged up phone. Cash (I even went to the bank and got it all in twenties so it was easier to keep track of and easier for the vendors to break).
I got up today...double checked all my stuff. Recounted my cash. Put my wallet in the inside pocket of my jean jacket that was hanging on a chair by my kitchen door... grabbed my glasses in their case...stuck my Kimber on my hip... stuck my bug-out bag plus an extra bottle of water in my van.
I drove just over an hour to hook up with Jay and share a ride the rest of the way to Indianapolis.
He knew the way to the fair grounds and I didn't. So I made him drive my van.
We were about another half hour on the road and I realized I had on a jean vest...NOT jacket.
That's right...picked up the wrong thing, and NO WALLET.
No cash, no DRIVER'S LICENSE, no credit cards. Nada. (A copy of my LTCH is in the glove box, but what good would that do with no I.D.?)
I was so ticked I could spit.
I might have made up some brand new curse words.
Then once we were AT the show...I realized I left my flip book in the van...with the list. And my glasses. And the phone numbers. (And I was supposed to hook up with Aszerigan to buy his tumbler.) Argh!!
So, friend that he is...Jay floated my whole day and shopping list, too...and took the stupid shuttle back and forth to the van so I could grab that book.
Nice. Not everybody would do that. Especially into the digits I racked up.
Give that guy some random rep...he sort of saved the day. And you can tell him "atta boy", but not too much or his head won't fit in his cover.
And Jay, sorry to tell you the check is not in the mail.
Because it's a money order instead! HA!
Thanks, pal.
OK, those of you who know me probably will.
Today was the very first time I got to go to the 1500. I've been dying to go for the last SEVERAL years. I *almost* made it in January, but ended up missing it.
This time, I was going to make it even if I had to walk.
(Remember that last sentence...because it probably could have come to that)
I planned for DAYS making sure I had everything I needed to take. My little flip book with phone numbers and a pen that actually writes. My reloading shopping list. Charged up phone. Cash (I even went to the bank and got it all in twenties so it was easier to keep track of and easier for the vendors to break).
I got up today...double checked all my stuff. Recounted my cash. Put my wallet in the inside pocket of my jean jacket that was hanging on a chair by my kitchen door... grabbed my glasses in their case...stuck my Kimber on my hip... stuck my bug-out bag plus an extra bottle of water in my van.
I drove just over an hour to hook up with Jay and share a ride the rest of the way to Indianapolis.
He knew the way to the fair grounds and I didn't. So I made him drive my van.
We were about another half hour on the road and I realized I had on a jean vest...NOT jacket.
That's right...picked up the wrong thing, and NO WALLET.
No cash, no DRIVER'S LICENSE, no credit cards. Nada. (A copy of my LTCH is in the glove box, but what good would that do with no I.D.?)
I was so ticked I could spit.
I might have made up some brand new curse words.
Then once we were AT the show...I realized I left my flip book in the van...with the list. And my glasses. And the phone numbers. (And I was supposed to hook up with Aszerigan to buy his tumbler.) Argh!!
So, friend that he is...Jay floated my whole day and shopping list, too...and took the stupid shuttle back and forth to the van so I could grab that book.
Nice. Not everybody would do that. Especially into the digits I racked up.
Give that guy some random rep...he sort of saved the day. And you can tell him "atta boy", but not too much or his head won't fit in his cover.
And Jay, sorry to tell you the check is not in the mail.
Because it's a money order instead! HA!
Thanks, pal.
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I really like Jay, havent seen him on here that much anymore.
