hey hey.

so it been a very eventful week. i last left you before i went to Bristol, Tennesse. I went down there to watch NASCAR race. once again yes i a a redneck. haha. So after driving my dads motorhome for like 14 hours we finally got there, but i got stuck with the after midnight shift for driving, so after guzzling about 3 american redbull(the real kind) i was more than right hyper and drove from midnight until 6 am while everyone else slept. So we get there at 10 am. and set up shop and begin the long 6 hour wait before we went to the track. and being at a nascar event you fill these long waits with music, shooting the sh*t, and oh yea a hell of alot of drinking. after the race we were right gunned (between 4 guys we drank 5 24's of beer in like 12 or 14 hours) i decided to challenge my dad to a running race back to the R.V. and for this i got showed up and my 52 year old father whooped my ass. So Saturday we all wake up a lil hungover and start the day of with ham and eggs, and bloody maries. this filled the gap and gave us a good stomach for another day of boozin. i made friends with the neighbors to us and they had a golfcart, so here i am touring around in a golf cart with 2 40 plus men and a woman that i just met, drinkin beers and driving around different campsites. on the way back to our sight a cop on a quad, told us to take it back into the campsight we just left, so we did and watched him drive away, but only one problem it wasnt our campsite and ours was 1 km down the road he just told us to stay off. so we wheel back onto the road and start pinnin it, and in a golf cart pinnin it is still pretty slow. just then the cop happens to turn his head and see us driving on the raod again, he does a 180 on his quad and starts bootin it towards us. so we wheel into another campsite and start ziggin and zaggin throught roads and little pathways. some how the bastard found us and starting yelling, and we were feeling pretty good by then and everyone had a drink in their hand. so frankie my new friend pipes up and starts tryin to talk our way out of it. sure enough he askes me where i live and i said british columbia, and he says "you came all the way from columbia to watch a race" and i said "no, i came from british columbia, CANADA" well needless to say we ended up talkin our way out of tickets by promising to take the golf cart back to our site and not takin back on the raod after that. so once back i told my dad and brothers of my little tour and they thought it was hilarious and purely in my fashion to have a run in with the fuzz. so we started playin cards and drinking. my dad and i polished off a 40 ouncer of vodka before we left for the race, and this included funneling about 6 redbull so i was absolutly rarin to go. we went to the race after a kick ass steak dinner, and we all bet 25$ american on which car was gonna win, my car led the first part of the race and i was sure this money was mine, but in the end the seasoned veteran of gambling on cars pulled away with the 100 bucks, yep thats right my dad won. after a long hungover drive home on sunday, i called a few friends and asked them if they would like to go to my parents cottage. so we possied up a carful and stopped at the beer store. we did some wake boarding and drank all our alcohol. waking up tuesday morning we decided to stay another night, so we went back to the nearest liquor store, we all said " a quit night by the fire" and that turned into us walking out of the liquor store with a 40 of gin, a 26 of vodka, a 26 or jim beam, and a 26 of pear liquor that i spotted just before leaving. so we figured that ought to do us for 4 for the night. well all the booze was drank and we were drunk, so we got the fire going and big, we almost caught the trees on fire and luckily managed to keep it under somewhat control. waking up wednesday morning was hard. and after cleaning up we started our drive home. we got home and a shower was the first thing on my mind. all cleaned up and nowhere to go. my dad calls home and tells my mom he's goin out to ride his harley with his buddy, so my mom pipes up to me and tells me to take here harley and go with them. i was quite surprised by this seeing as i dont even have a beginner motorcycle liscence,(but have been riding Moto X for 13 years) so we were of and man do those things have power or what. it took me a while to get used to the weight and turning the beast but once i had it dialed i was flyin down the raod at an average of 120 km. we toured for like 3 or more hours and stopped for dinner along the way. i am pretty sure that after winter my truck is gonna get sold and i am buying a harley. well thats about it for this time around, im sure ill have mor einteresting stories after this weekend, because it is my sisters wedding and i am the Mc. so keep your stick on the ice cause you never know when your gonna score!!

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