Tulsa, Oklahoma (Day 2)
Last night, after I posted the update, I get a call from the front desk. They say “There’s a Tom Smuh… Smi….” and then I hear Tom say “Smurzynski” in the background. The front desk wants to know if they can tell him my room number. I tell them “Of course!”.
Turns out they’re in the room across the hall from me. Tom saw an Atom under the outdoor car cover and peeked under. When he saw the Wildberry Metallic fenders, he knew it was mine.
He and Judy (his wife) were heading out to dinner and wanted to know if I wanted to come along. Unfortunately, I just received a delivery from the Italian place that advertises in the hotel elevator, so I passed. When they got back from dinner, they invited me over to their room and we spent hours talking about Atoms and other things.
This morning (well, as early as I can rouse myself) I drove out to Freddie’s Lakeside Cabins and confirmed that they did have a room for me. Then I went to Hallett (the track). The guy handling the gate (the road to the infield crosses the track, so there’s a gate to prevent accidents) called me by name, as he remembered me from 2 years ago. Mostly I just watched the group that was running on the track, as none of the Atom folks were there (one guy had driven his rig in earlier, but had business elsewhere, so he was away). After a fun day, I went back to Tulsa for the night.
