Way out beyond the finish line of the drag strip there's a great-looking pond. Certainly there must be fish in it, but we didn't notice anyone fishing. That may be because of the stories about alligators hanging around looking for "bigger fish to fry," as the saying goes. We just took one trip around on our swamp-rated golf cart and left. We city guys aren't comfy thinking about long, low creatures with big teeth that aren't wearing Bow-Ties and aren't powered by small-blocks.
Once back to the relative safety of the Gainesville Super Chevy Show, we found a dashound that was definitely a reflection of its owners' taste (see photo). Then, we talked to a man who has owned his '32 Chevy coupe 43 years. That's longer than he has owned any other thing and longer than his current marriage. His wife seemed resigned to the fact that she'd probably go before the car did. Actually, it looked like both of them received considerable amounts of TLC.
While wandering through the pits of the drag area, we found one racer (name withheld at his request) who looked extremely tired. We know drag racing can take it out of you, but this was around noon, and the guy didn't look like some kid who burned the candle at both ends. He told us that he left a 6:30 a.m. wake-up call at his hotel, and when the phone rang, he jumped up, took a shower, and was headed out the door when he noticed the clock. It said 3:00 a.m. The front desk admitted to calling the wrong room, but by then our racer pal was wide-awake. He got breakfast, then went to the track to watch the sun come up. Now I remember why I carry my own alarm clock to every show.