My flight is scheduled for 8am so I have to be at YVR by 6. Good thing I moved down to the Coast for a few months. And good thing my lovely mum is willing to forgo some sleep to drive me to the airport. I tried going to sleep around 10pm but I'm finding insomnia is kinda taking over my nights. I do however get a couple winks between 10 and 1am. After wrestling with partial conscienceness for a few hours I fall into a deep sleep. Then like a lightening bolt I am up and wide awake at 4:18am. I decide to start packing up my gear and have a shower well before my scheduled wake-up time.
After almost a full two hours waiting in lines to pass thru customs and security, I'm finally on a US Airways flight to Minneapolis via a stop in Phoenix first. I sleep almost the entire way, one weird dream(I dreamt the plane landed in Denver and wild horses were all over the runway, and everyone acted like it was an everyday occurrence) Anyways, when I actually did land in Phoenix I had less than 10 minutes to make my connecting flight. A LONG jaunt to another terminal and I make it just in time for them to call my section of the plane to start boarding. A chance glance behind me and who do I see? None other than the pilot of my finely tuned #661 stead. Shawn had flown in from San Francisco and by chance ended up on the same bird to Minneapolis. He too almost missed the flight, in fact he was the last person thru the gates!
We caught up on the happenings of the last month and tried to figure out our game plan for the next two weeks. We ended the flight with some battling of Mad Skills Motocross on our phones.
We hit Minneapolis at 5pm and after zigzagging thru St.Paul we found our rig and trailer just where we left it. Lemme tell you, I had a sliver of doubt that it may not be there. But not to worry, everything was there just waiting for us. One slight bobble was that another truck had backed into the front corner of the the Blue Ram and took the passenger headlight out of commission. They also did quite the number on the front fender making it impossible to open the passenger side door.
Thru that all, the trusty Cummins roared to life and within minutes we were on our way to Elk River to set up for the night. Once in Elk River we found a nice little Irish pub where we feasted on burgers and beer.
We then find out that ERX, the practice track we were expecting to go to on Thursday to dial in our suspension settings some more, was closed! With no other public track open on Thursday we decide to drive to Fargo. Only another 3 or so hours away.
We finally hit Fargo after some crazy fog, at around 2am. Next on our list is to find a place to plug in the trailer and get some heat going. After driving around for almost an hour we hit the jackpot behind a Bingo Hall. Which is where I'm typing this out at. We are waiting in the truck, while the trailer heats up so we can possibly get a few hours of sleep. It's almost 3am central time which means I've been up for 21hrs and have had a grand total of about 5hrs sleep in the past two days...the things we do to do the things we love. Haha.
Our 8am wake-up call came from a lady that works at the Bingo Hall kicking and screaming about us paying for the stolen electricity we used. She was about to call the towtruck, call the police, call Scotland Yard on us! After not allowing us to explain or reason with her Shawn and I both told her to send us the bill. You have our plate # lady, good luck with that.
By 9am we arrived at BRRP and realized we aren't actually allowed to park until 2pm as the Pro parking was taking place beforehand.
So it was nap time! Around 2-3pm we finally rolled into our proper spot in the pits and started to set-up. We worked on the sled for about an hour, changing the position of the rear torsion springs and swapping rear shocks w a new setting. After looking over the sled properly and going over my checklist we decided a good meal was in order.
Enter Morty's Bar & Grill. I'm still not used to seeing kids playing inside of a pub, let alone playing Buck Hunter for what seemed like hours. It was pretty cool. What wasn't cool is that my beloved Canucks lost....again. Only this time it was to the worst team in the League. Oh Columbus fans you must have been proud of your Blue Jackets.
The food was ok, not the greatest but what can you expect in a town of 1400 people? Glyndon is literally one stop light along the highway and adios! I was burnt out right around 9pm an wanted to head back to get some sleep, Shawn had other ideas, however as Team Manager I won the conversation and we headed back to BRRP-home of the Fargo National. Which is another thing, Fargo is two towns away and in a different state but gets the recognition of hosting the National. Call me crazy but that makes little sense.
Shawn had first shift to fill the generator with fuel in the middle of the night while I took over the next two. Pleasantly warm tnite despite it being 15f outside.
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