Not long after, I got pregnant with Colin. The passes to race sat mostly forgotten until I realized I knew someone who would LOVE to do it: my dad.
Last weekend we finally made it down to LA Racing.
I was pleasantly surprised. Overall, the people were friendly, there was a nice lounge and a shade canopy for the spectators. While my dad and Gavin learned the basics of racing, my mom and I enjoyed muffins and juice.
|Be safe, dad!|
|Daddy's Car: Go 17!!|
I was slightly concerned to learn that my son appears to be a fan of race cars. As long as the cars were going, he sat contentedly.
As far as the actual race went, I didn't even like watching. I was concerned they would wreck, or someone would wreck into them. I was worried when the cars made scary popping noises. I couldn't sit still and I couldn't look away. It was a rough 20 laps for mom!