Friday Night Dirt

Limaland

Megan climbed out of her Camaro letting out a breath. Her arm pushed off the door as she shifted her footing on the grass lot. Looking around, it was the same sights and smells like every other Friday, At Limaland motorsports park. But it was also different in a way.
As she let the door shut behind her, her eyes caught a glimpse of the red f-350 dualey rolling in with Tim behind the wheel. Megan had parked in the first lot off to the left where the crews normally park. The pit shack was across the way from where she was.
The female begun to walk towards the Conover's truck and trailer as Tim stopped and threw it in park. In front of them sat the massive 22T hauler of Tony Anderson. Tony was already at the pit shack signing in.
One by one, the boys climbed out of the f-350. Tim opened the drivers side door and climbed out. Jordan climbed out of the passengers side front. Logan and James were in the back. By the time they climbed out, Megan had already made her way over to Tim.

"Well fancy seeing you here." Tim said as he hugged Megan for a moment, then led everyone over to the pit shack.

"Hello Tim, how many will it be today?" The lady inside the shack asked as she handed him the clip board.

Jordan was silent as he walked over and handed the lady his ID. She traded off and handed Jordan the clip board for driver sign in. The pen glided across the sheet as he wrote down his name and nascar license ID number.

"Five as of now. But six since Mike is running behind." Tim spoke as he handed the lady $200. She then handed him back $20 after counting out change.

"Thank you and good luck tonight." She said as she handed him 6 wrist bands.

Passing the clip board around, everyone signed their names away. Passing hand to hand from Tim to Megan, Logan to James. And then finally Jordan was the last to sign it. As he handed the board back, his sights shifted to Tony Anderson as he was walking towards his hauler.
Jordan rolled his eyes as he let out a sigh. The hauler let out a loud sound as the air brakes released and it started moving forward.

He rubbed his brow for a moment and then let his arm drop. The symptoms had lessoned. But they definitely were still there. He was on pain killers still just to keep the headaches to a minimum. Looking towards his dad's truck, he could see everyone was pretty much loaded up. Megan had opened the side door to the trailer and was sitting on a tire waiting to roll in. That's when Jordan once more let out a slow breath and made his way to the pickup.
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Tim dropped the trailer door revealing the ass end of the stock car. It was strapped down tightly as it squatted like the suspension was loaded.
Megan watched as James started releasing the straps one by one. Logan climbed up through the side door and started grabbing tools. He walked out with the compressor and a torque stick.
Then there was Jordan. He slipped through the stock car window and started it up. Rolling it backwards, Tim stood inside the trailer directing Jordan. Once they had the stock parked off to the side, next was the green, black and purple UMP Modified.
Megan helped big Mike removed the hood off the "7c" stock car. They laid it on the roof as the sun caught the tail end of the mod. It loudly rolled out of the trailer and then came to rest at the end of the ramp. The nose about a foot back from the trailer. Jordan reved it a few times then held it at 1000 rpms before cutting it off. Tim walked towards Jordan, helmet in hand.
Jordan pulled himself upwards and out of the mod. He sat on the edge off the door decking, hands on the roof, as he looked around.
The UNOH haulers were across the way like usual. They had all four cars unloaded as the kids were scrambling. The "00" and "01" stock cars were both jacked up on stands. They had wheels off one of their mods. And the other had the hood off of it, a few kids checking timing.

"Drivers don't forget to sign in and pill draw!" The speakers blared throughout the pit area. Stephanie sternly spoke as she wanted to get things moving.