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BMcLain21
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August 17, 2017 at 10:58:38 PM
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Sunday Morning as I was cruising South on Seventy-Seven, I noticed a glare on my windshield every time a lonely eighteen wheeler cruised pass me in the opposite direction a few hundred yards away heading toward New England.

Every time one would pass by, I’d get a little more frustrated. 

I’d click my right hand so gently backwards for more windshield fluid pretending I was a silky smooth Formula One driver shifting through the gears as I tackle Monaco on Memorial Day weekend,

But, I wasn’t a Formula One driver shifting through gears as I tackle Monaco and this windshield wiper fluid was really starting to piss me off.

I was a tired guy who spent every day this week trying to sell homes and every night this week trying to build a competitive sprint car. I really didn’t want to eventually start a fight with the windshield wiper fluid manufacturer after the fact. I just wanted to get home and get some good sleep.

But as the bright lights of the Queen City approached and my night goggles lost focus, my patience had come to an end. I decided it was time to end it all. I was going to end the frustration right now. I couldn’t take it anymore.

So I pulled into the Hooters on Exit 36 to calm my nerves. I figured twelve breaded mild wings, some curly fries, ranch, maybe a little honey mustard sauce could calm this mule down.

As I leaned against my automobile to inform everyone close to me of my dietary decision, I noticed an abnormally large gap in my back passenger windshield.

My mom answered the phone just in time for me to throw the biggest temper tantrum Race City USA has ever seen.

All I did was take my right index finger and swipe it across the windshield to clear off a strand of red dirt. Pissed, I’d do it again, and again.

Oh, and again.

Realizing this was all my fault, I bellied up to the bar to watch mediocre MMA and just chill for a few half hours.

And assuming the standard characteristics of most single guys, I whipped out my phone to judge everyone else’s life compared to mine. Getting more depressed by the thumb roll, a single message pops up asking if there’s room for a trailer at the location I’m occupying. The Kip Drordy in me starts jumping up and down knowing I’m about to have a friend chill with me.

He walks in dirty as hell. Almost as dirty as the inside of my Altima’s windshield and asks for an IPA. He gives me a stern look and drops a bomb on me.

Carrots? Nah, man, they don’t even serve carrots anymore.

He replied, “Dad and Mom are gonna be pretty pissed.”

“Dad and mom are coming?”

“Yeah, they’re right behind me.”

“What about Lannie and Pam?”

“They’ll be here in about twenty. Lannie went North. Forgot 
he was supposed to go South.”

I’ll leave the rest of that conversation up to my audience! If I have one…

Dad and mom stroll through the front door and the last thing you want to do is offer them a seat at the bar.

As sweet tea and Carolina Cheerwine immediately become the beverage of choice as an assortment of flavored chicken fenders cover a table, the Aunt and Uncle finally make it in from their short trip north.

The entire table laughs their ass off at their predicament, but it becomes a mote point when the victims are laughing just as hard as the perps.

It’s at that point when everyone realizes we’ve made it full circle back to our greatest days.

Here we are…. Twenty years later… still winning races… still eating at Hooters… still being an awesome family…

I tried to end this story with a bang or a bam or a whatever…

But I’m going to end it in the greatest way possible.

A family showed up Saturday night and did the only thing they knew how to do…

Win

Mom made Jake pay for everything at dinner though. He’s pretty pissed.


Brandon McLain
United Sprint Car Series Driver
2014 Season
National Rookie of the Year!
National Points - 8th
Southern Points - 3rd
Asphalt Points - 3rd
18 Races, 3 Top 5's, 14 Top 10's




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