We waited optimistically for the Daytona 200 practice to begin on Sunday, but soon the sky opened up and things got soaked in a hurry. We were lucky to have this closed concession stand to go to, since it had an overhand that kept us and the bikes pretty dry. I remembered I always keep a cheap two-piece rain suit in the bottom of my backpack, so I put it on. Sure, I looked a bit goofy, but I was dry. I can't say the same for my dad (well, the dry part anyway, haha). After finally figuring out how to blow the damn things up, those are Kawasaki Thunder Stix in my hands. You hit them together and they make an almost steel drum type sound. We were at this spot for a few hours, and I made a complete fool of myself dancing around and hitting those things together. Hey, it was better than sitting there sad or something.