Travel log - Enid

I hit a squirrel on highway 412 today on the way to Enid, Okla.

I think it was the start of some bizarro karma.

"OH!" I squealed as I knew it was going to happen. As he was traipsing across the Oklahoma highway I braced for the worst and hoped he would be able to dodge my wheels, but he didn't. He hit with a THUNK. "Oh no!"

I had a car load and as I was slightly freaking out about the death of the small rodent I hear all sorts of encouraging words. "Don't worry, it's just a squirrel." "There are tons of squirrels around." "At least it didn't make the tire fall off."


"He had a right to live, and I took it," I sighed. I didn't cry, but still felt bad.

That was the start of the weird. The next issue was getting to the facility for our event on Tuesday.

Construction was insane and surrounding the facility - the entire facility - so much so we couldn't figure out how to get into the facility. If we were having issues 200 farmers were going to have issues - so at 4:22 we sent out a quick email that explained parking was at a premium. I can't wait until Tuesday when somebody tells me I suck because they had to walk a block.

The next issue came the sponsor function at 5 p.m. I was a little nervous about this because the Daytona 500 was rained out on Sunday (the first time in its 53 years it was delayed) and they were going to run it at 6 p.m. and that meant I was going to be stuck in a function. My night did get a little better when I noticed the large television - but it was on Law and Order. I had to get the waitress to change that station, and then she didn't know what channel it was. Time was ticking as the time to go green was nearing. She found the station, but then I overheard the wife of someone in the room.

"I want to watch the bachelor, I have to watch the bachelor."

My stomach sank. No way in hell was some ridiculous fake show going to take away from my racing. I was prepared to take her down - no questions asked.

I didn't have to, she found another television, but I was ready.

Then came the crash on lap two that took out Jimmie Johnson. Lap two! Seriously? I was beginning to wonder what kind of crazy the night would bring - and I had absolutely no idea just how nuts it was about to get.

Once the drinks and appetizers portion of the night concluded dinner was served. Let's just put it this way. I'm so glad I stashed Pop Tarts in my bag. I've never had an inedible meal, but I should have known. The chicken alfredo was putrid. Makes me gag typing about it.

Then all hell broke loose on the television. This actually happened. You can't make this up.



Insanity in Daytona. They were able to patch the track and they were back to green. So I sat eating my Pop Tart and actually got to see the final 30 laps of the race and got to see Matt Kenseth come across the stripe ahead of Dale Jr., and Greg Biffle - on Tuesday.

That's right. The Daytona 500 started on Monday evening and wrapped up on Tuesday morning.

I'm telling you. You can't make this up. I just hope Monday doesn't set a tone for the remaining days of the week. I have planes to catch!