We’re still rained out…
I know, I know, we’re sorry, but we’re rained out again. This is more disappointing than Taco Bell.
We were talking internally about our opening day and we made the decision not to have our opening day if the weather was close to our normal threshold of 30%. We may even call it if it’s 20% if we think it will be wet that morning. The reason is a good one. When the weather is really good, it’s way more fun, festive, and it makes for a much more memorable event. More so than that time you ate at Denny’s at 2 AM and someone threw soup.
Besides, we’ve learned from experience that our opening day sets the pace for the entire season. We still manage to hold the same number of events just about every season at around 20-22, with all rain-out days included. They season goes by fast, so come out often! We never see the same cars week after week anyway. It’s always something new and different. Sort of like you’re mom’s boyfriends. As Jason would say, “Well, anyway…”
We’ll try again next Saturday, even though it’s not looking great right now. It could improve. So could all of us, but that’s not going to happen, now is it? We’ll have to just see what happens as the week progresses.
When was the last time you went on a drive with the family somewhere? You could do that on this rainy Saturday morning. This way you build those extra family points for the Saturday’s you’re at E@RTC.
I never much liked drives when I was a kid. The rides were boring, and there was never enough room. My brother was always gassy and it was bad, and there was never great ventilation, so it all sort of hung in the air. We never knew where we were going or how long it would take. The worst part was there were no windows in the trunk.
You know, I noticed as I was driving around the US, some states don’t clean up their road kill. I’m not kidding even a little here. They consider it the flat disk of life. They just leave it along the side of the road where it looks like a Chicago crime scene minus the yellow tape, and a lot flatter. You’ll see not just one semi-spatulated specimen, but many critters all in one general spot. How does that happen?
It goes something like this. It begins with a happy little deer who is out frolicking and dancing to something, probably Bruno Mars, where she’s pasted by a semi and bounced onto the shoulder in pieces. Other animals see this pop-up roadside diner and all the free eats and they gather to feast on fresh deer burgers. You have a fox, coyote, and others take turns at the diner, but they too get out and do the happy dance in the same road after their big meal, and they too get whacked. The flattened critters just keep piling up like shitty rugs in the Walmart discount bin. You’d think the county crews would try and stop this odd little circle of death, but nope. It’s their version of animal control.
True fact, armadillos jump straight up when they are startled. I do too. It’s how something that little can take out a grill and a headlight. I hear it’s like hitting a bouncing bowling ball. Did you know armadillos are edible? I guess they taste like pork.
BTW, Washington State allows you to eat roadkill. It explains all the Taco Bells.