The back section of this one is filled with leather recliners. Obviously these folks do not buy race tickets...they watch on top of their busses.
I made some friends, of course I did! And I got a tour of their tricked out bus...
Bathroom, bedroom, storage and living room. The lady on the far right did not make the cut, she has to sleep in a tent.
Why do I keep expecting to see Charles Manson???
Seems that everywhere we go...we see the Confederate Flag...what is that all about???
Nice patio........
Basket on a giant tricycle. When you give up the Harley Tom Murray..we have your new wheels!!!!
Mission accomplished! One of my main goals was to find out if NASCAR owned the trams...they do! they are hauled to all of the races. And speaking of haulers...here they are lined up to enter...waiting to get washed.
Papa Joe is impressed with their grills...
This is a big business...they all want to be washed before entering the infield...Papa Joe now has power washer envy!!!
Now he is washing The Beast...slowly, and by hand. Thank goodness there are no power washers for sale here!! I can hear practice underway. we are still waiting to get in...our neighbors...waiting and beer...lethal!!
Yep, as his companion aptly put it: "he done fell out." she was more worried about his ginourmous bottle of beer spilling than she was about him! God Bless NASCAR and Dale Junior.
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