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It's time to plan the banquet!!!

Getting ready to plan the banquet, okay I've been a bit lazy and time has passed too quickly.  I am looking at late January early February so if any dates are bad for anyone, please let me know A.S.A.P.  Thanks, Sue.

As the Rascal Outlaws hibernate for the winter, here's a little Blast from The Past, watch for more to come!

The Ride Home From Hell

By Guest Writer - Dave Nett

Ok, all aboard, let's go, where's Jim?  Still helping Mark and Jason load up and hook up the trailer.  Then after some more last minute discussion on where to drop off Jim's car we were on our way. 

We started off talking about how much fun the party was, but how it sucked to have the race the next day.  I think it was somewhere around Portage when I glanced over my shoulder to see Kip and Jim holding hands across from each other at the table.  Jim had that look in his eyes like "man I wish I wasn't married."  Oops, sorry, my bad...what happens in the motor home stay's in the motor home. 

After about 5 more miles I sucked in behind a semi, grabbed a smoke, put her in auto pilot and discussed where we were going to stop for dinner with my co-pilot, Jr.  As we rolled  thru Madison I looked in the rear view to see Mr. LeSage so I hogged up 2 lanes so he had to slow back down under 100mph.  But as I pulled back in my own lane, he blew past with no regard to the 65mph speed limit that I was doing.

Then up the road a piece, I saw it...The shaggin wagon with Jim yelling in the back room I hear "suck his  helmet off", at that moment I hoped he was talking about Bill so I decided to brake the law and sped up to 67mph.  As I passed the shaggin wagon I then heard a bunch of cheering again, I had hopes it was for Bill.

As we got into Janesville, we stopped for some food and off we went again.  After being on the interstate I thought I would relax and take highway A to route 12.  Just outside of Johnstown Center.  I heard it...the THUMP, CRAP!  Hang on guys I lost a tire!

After bringing her to a stop in the middle of the road I looked back to see Kip and Jim hugging.  Jr just looked at me and shook his head.  Looking up the road I saw an old farm house so I limped the unit in the drive.  We got out to check out the damage and got the jack out.  After a few minutes, Mike the farmer next door, stopped by to check on us.  He looked in and said "Boy's that jack is too small, I'll go over to Chuck's house to get the big jack."  Well Mike the farmer came back and said "Chuck's out with his girlfriend."  So farmer Mike went home to get us his jack and some wood.  Mike got back, jack too small, then I see it...the Shaggin Wagon. 

But like the story of the Hare and the Turtle, Bill toot's his horn, waves and keeps right on going.  I asked him the next day why he didn't stop, he said "I thought you stopped for a picnic!"  He must have saw something in back of the motor home when we passed him.

If I saw what I think he saw, I would have kept going too!  The whole time this is going on, Jr. is on the phone trying to get a limo.  Mike the farmer went home to get the phone # of the tow truck.  He came back and gave me his phone and said talk to this girl, so I did and she said we don't have a big jack either, call this guy.

Then it started, 10 phone calls later, no one could help. Jr. got so desperate he started to call a taxi because he couldn't find a limo.  Jim and I started talking about plan B.  Farmer Mike said call 911 and then he went home, he was a great guy.  Then it happened, the call came in from Miss Kelly...We had to get home even if we had to walk.  From that point on it was "do what you have to do" so we found cinder blocks for shoring, we used bent axels to dig with but we got her done.

As we were picking up tools, the police show up, farmer Mike called them well after, he made sure we were all legal and we were on our way again.  We rolled into the shop about 11:50 that night.  To end the trip from hell, we put Jim's car in the barn and we went home!

I guess the moral of this story is..."If you're rolling down the interstate, make sure your shades are closed because if you end up with a flat tire on a dark side road, no one will help you...PEOPLE TALK!"  I have yet to see Jim after that night.  I hope he can still come out to play with us.

RORI would like to thank Jeff Meyers for all his hard work in setting up this years Small Car Nationals. 
Thank's Jeff for including us.

Rick "Cupcake" Corso Takes Championship!

September 13, 2008 - Dells Raceway Park - It would be an early start to the Dells today and mother nature had obviously been given a bribe or two as clouds loomed above and raindrops began to fall.  This being our last race of the season everyone had hoped for one last great day of racing, but mother nature won out. A warm CONGRATULATIONS to Rick Corso and his pitman Dave "Brown Eye" Nett for taking this years Championship!!

Ode to Corso

Sung to the tune of "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers

On a warm summer's evenin', headed for the racetrack,
I met up with Rick Corso; we were both too wired to eat.
So we took turns a starin', at the cooler in the backseat
'Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, "Norm, I've made my life out of eatin’ at the races,
And knowin' who had cupcakes by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of french fries,
For a taste of your Pepsi, I'll give you some advice."

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he saw my Krispy Kreme, and asked me for a bite.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, "If you're gonna eat the snacks, boy, ya gotta learn to eat ‘em right.

You got to know when to munch 'em, know when to crunch 'em,
Know when to use a spoon, or use a bun.
You never count your cookies, when Rob’s sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for sharin' when the snackin's done.

Ev'ry snacker knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
'Cause ev'ry cake's a winner and ev'ry cake's a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is a nice ice-cream treat."

When he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the cooler,
Ate two more Oreo’s, and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the trailer the snacker he broken even.
But in his final words I found an snack that I could keep.

You got to know when to munch 'em, know when to crunch 'em,
Know when to use a spoon, or use a bun.
You never count your cookies, when Rob’s sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for sharin' when the snackin's done.