ORDER AND CHAOS

Tonight I watched the orderly manner in which dirt track qualifying is orchestrated. The cars and the trucks that assist them are so well timed and the handlers that keep everything in motion are so organized. Even when there was a crash on the track, everything works in sync to keep safety and efficiency the priority. 

Fast forward to the parking lot after the race. My chariot was parked out in the back 40, no lie, it was out on the way to the lake. There are thousands of vehicles in orderly rows parked out in the grass. There is no hope of getting out of the mayhem before my coach turns back into a pumpkin. So we quickly found our car, got in and started to watch the chaos. Dozens of race spectators wandering around in the dark searching for their cars. They wander one direction then another. They hit their key fob in hope of the magical melody of their car. But that only causes several folks to turn like zombies toward the blaring beacon from what they hope is their car. The progression of the exit is slower that all the time trials all put together, so I’m just kicking back and enjoying the hilarious chaos of my fellow parking loiterers. 

Good clean fun had by all!