Tunachuckers Can-O'-Blog

Chicago isn't a bad town.  But, at this moment in time, its not exactly where I want to be.  Luckily, in a few short hours, I won't be.  That's when my flight finally leaves O'Hare and makes a beeline for the Queen City- Charlotte, NC.  From there, I'll drive home, pick up the trailer and Katie, head to Rob's house, nab the Volvo, and head for Kershaw, SC. 

Home of Carolina Motorsports Park.  The future crime scene of Southern Discomfort: Winter 2010 24 Hours of LeMons South.

I've been here in Chi-town since Sunday night, and the timing of this little extracurricular couldn't have been worse.  I was afraid I might not make it back for the race.  But, luck shone upon me.  Still I have to leave again Monday morning and head back to Chicago.  But that's hardly worth worrying about.  I'll be back for the race. 

The rest of the Tunachuckers have been absolutely pitching in to make up for me being out of the picture.  Last night, Rob, Anthony, and McCall called me from my house to let me know they were picking up the grill, propane tanks, heater, and all the tools they could lay their hands on.  Katie's taken care of all the food.  Matt's landing in Kershaw first, the Shock Force of the Tunachuckers, to stake a claim on some prime real estate near the starting line and a power outlet.  He emailed me this morning from his Blackberry:

"Trunk is full of labatts, molson, hoffman hot dogs and camping gear. We should be good to go."

White hots and LaBatt's.  Man, I can't wait to get there.