Peoria..… my buddy and I load'd the little red truck and head'd south. About 5pm Mother Nature turn'd off the lights and unleashed a heavy hard rain. Now, it's dark and we're hydroplaning at 40 mph. We figured being late is better be'n dead so we found a motel.
At the motel in Peoria I found some old faces from the 650 Society. Due to the rains the track was a quad mire and required extensive work from heavy equipment overnight and most of the day. As a result there where no practice sessions, they went straight to heat, qualifying and then the main.