so i went to kentucky this weekend with my dad and aunts and uncles. we went to an IRL race near Sparta, Kentucky. I remember making fun of Dunnville for being from Kentucky, and he made a point about eastern and western KY being different. yeah....he is right. East Kentucky is definately like a foreign country. They speak differently and marry their own cousins. Well the first I know for sure... Anyways, joining the thousands of locals with their mullets, racing shits, and huge fat beer bellies (quite gross), I enjoyed watching a small 1.5 mile track with some pretty sweet 210+ mph cars. You might have seen Dario Franchitti's second flip in two races...in a row. I was right in front of that...and it was pretty SWEET.
Then, we stayed and watched the Indy Pro series 100 race. Which was hilarious. These kids kinda suck at racing and had a 20 or 30 lap yellow where the safety crew had to clean up 3 seperate, similtaneous wrecks totalling 4 cars. As we were leaving Gene Simmons and his wife rode in front of us on the back of a golf cart waving at everyone. Considering he was like 4 feet from me, I think it was the first time I've been really close to a star. Yeah...I was in shock. Then I smiled and waved after my brain affirmed that it was indeed him.
