It was easy to locate our cars in the paddock at the track.
We cavorted in one of last year's trophies.
Safety gear is a must, if we're going to ride along in the car.
Nobody stole the spare tires while we were on patrol.
We learned that for our first race, we'd ride in separate cars.
The brown one rode in car #77 Blue...
...with Merritt.
While the white one rode in car #55 Red...
...with Chris.
#55 and the white sheep got off to a good start...
But the fire extinguisher fell off the bracket, went off all over the inside of the car, and #55's race was done early.
#77 and the brown sheep raced at the back of the pack.
After the race, we checked out a fast new Corvette...
...and a gorgeous old one.
We discovered there's no room for us in a D Sports Racer.
We sat in the stands to watch more racing...
...and wandered out to check out the curbing on the track...
...and we checked out a tire barrier.
The track doesn't seem so wide when you're trying to pass another car!
Saturday afternoon, bad weather rolled in...
...so I took shelter on high ground.
...and we fell under bad influences.
Climbed on things we shouldn't have...
and dressed up in costumes...
Tried on other people's clothes...
I ended up in a conga line with a lei around my neck.
...while I danced the hula in a grass skirt.
We got into some other mayhem while under the influence...
Naughty, naughty sheep!
I woke up the next morning with a bad hangover.
On Sunday we learned there was a special section just for us.
They hired a crew to keep us in line.
But first, a ride in the pace car...
...and a visit to the pole parking space...
We were invited to the start/finish stand.
The start/finish stand is a long way up.
We watched open-wheel racing in the morning.
I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille!
On Sunday morning, the brown one rode in #77 again...
...while the white one rode in the back.
That's a scary view out the windshield. Remind me again, why did I agree to this?!
We got off to a slow start, second to last.
Here we are on track. See who's in the lower left windshield?
We wandered out to the corner station to watch victory laps.
We made friends everywhere we went.
More friends!
It's a lot less dizzying when we're out of the car.
We weren't allowed to complain.
Then we fell in with the wrong crowd again.
We wandered into some treacherous territory.
Sit really still; maybe they won't notice us!
We got hurt when we ran away from the dogs.
Fortunately, fire and rescue were there to help us out.
They fixed us up, good as new.
Plus we got a tour of the ambulance.
They flashed the lights for us.
And showed us what else they do besides helping naughty sheep.
But old habits die hard, and we snuck into some firefighter's boots.
The Jaws of Life were pretty sobering.
Sunday afternoon, the white one rode in #77...
Here we go!!
#55 gets ready to roll.
#77 heads out.
Later the Solstice spun out, and the Mustang's engine blew up right in front of us, but we kept going.
#55 wins!!
We won a prize!
They brought in an expert to make sure we wouldn't celebrate too wildly.
When the weekend was over, we got a ride home.
