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I have returned from my trip to Ohio with sunburned shoulders and a dozen pages of my old Hitler, Churchill, Stalin class notebook filled with notes on the races (who placed where, what they were riding, what class, ect.).
*whistles* It's only been three days, but it feels like a week. We left Thursday night, drove straight through to Dayton, Ohio, went to the Air Force musuem for an hour or so, went to the races, got a hotel room, and then th enext day went to various places across Ohio to play with engine parts. And then spent all of Saturday evening and most of the night driving home again. I think my favourite part was the Air Force Museum. It's got about the biggest colection of neat stuff under one roof (well, three hanger roofs) in the state of Ohio. I saw (among other things) a Focke-Wulf 190, a Messerschmitt 109, an ME 262 jet (the first fighter jet to ever see conbat, in WWII), two Spitfires, a Hurricane, a Buzz Bomb (V-2 rocket), a B-17, a Fokker Triplane, a Sopwith Camel (just like Snoopy's) and a boatload of uniform pieces, medals, and more. And I only looked in one hanger--I never even got to the post-WWII stuff.
I even saw Bockscar, the B29 Superfortress that dropped the atomic bomb on Nagasaki. Not a replica, the actual plane. The honest-to-God actual plane that ended WWII. I half expected it to glow.
The racing was also fun, even though my Dad had to drop out of his race because one of the KR's sprockets came loose. It also went by extremely quickly, as it started to rain during the heat races. Everything was shortened by two laps, and run back to back, and even so, we got out of there just before it started to pour.
And, lest anyone think that I am capable of living solely in the real world even for a weekend:
Times I thought of Sirius and Remus:
When I saw "SR" on a road sign.
Every time I saw a Triumph (which was a hell of a lot, as they're fairly popular as vintage dirt bikes go).
When I saw a guy outside the Air Force Museum with a giant black dog (rotweiller/pitbull mix, and damn was it solid-looking).
Times I thought of X-Men:
When I found an anthology of X-Men short stories in a Flying J truckstop (I would have bought it if I hadn't left my wallet in the truck).
When I saw a vending machine in our hotel that had a row of Bicyle playing cards like Gambit's for sale inside. I swear, playing cards in a vending machine. That one made me laugh.
Whenever I saw someone with tattoos (also a very frequent occurance, as this was a motorcycle race, after all). A little voice in my head would go "Look, a tatoo, just like you gave Gambit in your X-Ev fic. Now finish the fic."
*whistles* It's only been three days, but it feels like a week. We left Thursday night, drove straight through to Dayton, Ohio, went to the Air Force musuem for an hour or so, went to the races, got a hotel room, and then th enext day went to various places across Ohio to play with engine parts. And then spent all of Saturday evening and most of the night driving home again. I think my favourite part was the Air Force Museum. It's got about the biggest colection of neat stuff under one roof (well, three hanger roofs) in the state of Ohio. I saw (among other things) a Focke-Wulf 190, a Messerschmitt 109, an ME 262 jet (the first fighter jet to ever see conbat, in WWII), two Spitfires, a Hurricane, a Buzz Bomb (V-2 rocket), a B-17, a Fokker Triplane, a Sopwith Camel (just like Snoopy's) and a boatload of uniform pieces, medals, and more. And I only looked in one hanger--I never even got to the post-WWII stuff.
I even saw Bockscar, the B29 Superfortress that dropped the atomic bomb on Nagasaki. Not a replica, the actual plane. The honest-to-God actual plane that ended WWII. I half expected it to glow.
The racing was also fun, even though my Dad had to drop out of his race because one of the KR's sprockets came loose. It also went by extremely quickly, as it started to rain during the heat races. Everything was shortened by two laps, and run back to back, and even so, we got out of there just before it started to pour.
And, lest anyone think that I am capable of living solely in the real world even for a weekend:
Times I thought of Sirius and Remus:
When I saw "SR" on a road sign.
Every time I saw a Triumph (which was a hell of a lot, as they're fairly popular as vintage dirt bikes go).
When I saw a guy outside the Air Force Museum with a giant black dog (rotweiller/pitbull mix, and damn was it solid-looking).
Times I thought of X-Men:
When I found an anthology of X-Men short stories in a Flying J truckstop (I would have bought it if I hadn't left my wallet in the truck).
When I saw a vending machine in our hotel that had a row of Bicyle playing cards like Gambit's for sale inside. I swear, playing cards in a vending machine. That one made me laugh.
Whenever I saw someone with tattoos (also a very frequent occurance, as this was a motorcycle race, after all). A little voice in my head would go "Look, a tatoo, just like you gave Gambit in your X-Ev fic. Now finish the fic."