Ok, so first we decided to leave the track in a responsible matter,

And we went to a nice restauraunt

Butz-o-plenty

And then some guy ran into my bumper (fiberglass) so we held his freind for ransome...

Meanwhile, Daryl's hands were nowhere to be found!

Neither were Bob's!

Daryl refused to comment...'

Then when she walked away, he told his side of the story....
John Timmins was imprssed (trying not to laugh)..

Then he was double teamed...

Daryl, Registered STUD

And now, the drunken idiot than ran into my car, and knocked off the bumper...

Meanwhile, Derrek Bell, noticing Daryl's prowess with the wait staff, stops by for some tips on meeting chicks...

Jeff says...eat Salads and they will come...but he didn't spell it that way.....

Worked for bob...Nice Jalambahs....

So we shared her...except Jeff...the  Saladmeister.,,,,,

Now for the exploits of Grand Master D

After the race, and before driving home, time to tape up the bumper with the same tape
Kevin ran the race with....