Here's the reason. Pocono Raceway offered a chance for my husband to knock off a couple of items from his bucket list.
|The entrance to the Pocono Raceway.|
|A rock with Richard Petty's|
name and racecar number.
All of this is very thrilling if you have been a NASCAR fan for your entire life.
Wednesday was the day he was scheduled to take a ride in a stock car at 165 mph around the 2.5 mile track. He decided not to drive because he determined he would get to go faster if a pro was at the wheel (and he was right - the guys who were driving crept along while he whizzed by them).
|This is the infield.|
|These were the cars that would be used.|
|I don't know if these were Sprint cars or ARCA or what.|
|My husband had to put on a racing suit.|
|Then he waited.|
|He had a big smile on his face the whole time.|
|OK, he's not smiling here, but I love this picture of him.|
|This is the backside of him; I was taking this picture while the (ah hem) professional photograph was taking his picture.|
|Also my picture of their picture. I couldn't get over the infield railing to take a picture of him in the car from this side.|
The driver's name was Steve.
|This is my picture of him in the car, taken from the infield.|
|He's getting ready to go!|
|There he goes around the track at 165 mph. (And didn't I line that picture up well?)|
|And he's back, and shaking hands with one of the fellows who worked there.|
Sometimes you go do things with the guy you love just because you love him. This is one of those major dreams - he's always wanted to ride in a stock car around a race track. I am glad we were able to go to Pocono so he could have this experience. It made the whole trip worth it.
But there was still something in Pennsylvania for me . . .