Hey John,
Yes it was a late drive home - got back to O'town at around 4.00am.
The rain delay would have been a major problem had it not been for the very agreeable hospitality of UPS. We were right over the start/finish in the Nextel Tower Suites and I felt it incumbant upon me to make as severe a dent in their Budweiser cache as possible - and I feel I gave a fairly good account of myself. Trish (the old boiler) was suitably disgusted with my gluttony, so that's a pretty good indicator.
The race was great - you get to see the whole speedway from up there in the rarified air and I was well chuffed because Stewart is almost universally despised by the NASCAR rank and file, who tend to be Dale Jnr automatons. Little E did very well, if truth be told fighting his way to a podium finish from a starting position close to the back of the grid.
For the aviation fans who contribute here, we got a good pre-race flyover from 4 F18's that took off from the airport immediately behind the superstretch and went almost vertical (full afterburn) within seconds of clearing the runway. They 'buzzed' the sppedway a couple of times, executing ridiculously tight turns above us, before swooping back into Daytona Int Airport. If that wasn't enough, half an hour later two sinister looking B1 Lancers came thumping over the speedway and away into the gathering gloom - again with very impressive firey exhaust/burn. The Americans do know how to make an occasion like this.
I was also impressed by how patiently the huge crowd sat-out the shitty weather, with no apparent unrest - there was lots of good-humoured banter, which I didn't expect to see. Needless to say, it was a full house when the race finally got under way - and there wasn't an empty seat in the place when the gargantuan firework display rouned the whole show off at gone 2.00am.
NASCAR is not my favorite form of motorsport - but these big races at the Superspeedways are pretty special and a world away from dull processional formulae that I've sat through on the assumption that I'm watching the highest form of the sport. Gimme a close finish with the crowd on it's feet, screaming for their man, every time.
Snagged you a few momento's John - see you soon.