My chauffeur..

By: Eric Marcotte

With some time to go through photos here, this one pretty much sums up how you feel following four days of hard fought racing.

When the races are done, so is your motivation to move. Who needs a bed or a blow up mattress when you can crash right on the floor. Especially when you have the biggest kid of them all in Sean Sullivan, appropriately staying in the kids room. (He wants you to all think that the stuffed cow chair was Josiah’s, but we all know Sully, we know).

This was my personal chauffeur out on the road. Thanks for the escort around the courses and keeping me out of harms way. Thanks buddy, you make it awesome out there. CAN’T WAIT to get out there again.