This is the damage from him leaning on me.
This is the damage after I lost control, hit the wall, lost my steering, went back down across the track into the infield. I might add without hitting anyone or getting hit again. Slid to a stop and the firemen came over and said "you're on fire, get out".
Let me say I envy drivers that can get in their car and get all their gear on and organized in nothing flat, or take it off. I don't happen to be one of them, John usually "dresses" me and makes sure everything is as it should be. Of course he isn't in the middle of the track, so I start fumbling and bumbling around. By the time I managed to get everything unhooked, one of the firemen came up with a little bitty fire extinguisher, and put out the fire. I'm still not out of the car and because of my fire suit pants, probably not going to get out before the races are over...........so........one fireman grabbed under my arms and another one reached in and grabbed my feet, and out I came. I have no idea what John was thinking, he said he was just glad they got me out. But I have a feeling it looked like dragging a body out........LOL The rest of the night so many people came up to ask if I was OK, never thought so many people would care about a crazy old woman. That was rather nice, considering my car is totaled..! That was the last point race, and the guy responsible for the damage was 2 points behind me for 5th place.....!!! hmmmm, I wonder......???? No, surely he wouldn't do it on purpose, would he?
Of course by the time we got home early this morning, Doug was asleep. But this morning we heard about how the evening went.
A few days ago, while we were gone Doug found the gate to Burroland off the post on the back side two days in a row. We blame Frijolita, she is our gate challenger, although the rest of them seemed to appreciate her efforts and went with her. We have been limiting their time in Burroland to cut down on their access to mesquite beans. Guess they decided to take matters into their own "hooves".
John fixed it and I guess he did a good job. Doug said when he came out to round them up for evening feeding, everyone was easy to get in, except Lynn and Cheyenne were missing. Of course he panicked, said he looked all over the 10 acres and they weren't anywhere. Amy and Morgan came to help feed and clean pens and so the 3 of them started looking. Amy started yelling she found them.........over in Burroland, headed towards the closed gate to finally come in for supper. This morning those two were back over on Burroland again. But, they goofed up, Doug was watching when they came to the fence and tried to get back in from where they had went out. Heh! heh! Busted.....!!! Our land is not exactly flat, there is a lot of difference in the topography and the fence in some areas isn't low enough to stop a determined mini I guess. That particular spot won't be usable in the future though.
The flies are really bad right now, I guess they are trying to complete their life cycle before it gets cold. I don't think they have to be so frantic, it usually doesn't get to freezing around here until late November.