The aimless drive for today took us east through the countryside. Interestingly, we ended up finding the Sebring racetrack and there was a 12 hour race in progress. We drove down one of the roads near the track and ran into a very impressive looking black guy directing traffic who told us what was happening. I quizzed him on the cost to enter and he told me he could let us have two tickets for $100 but if we went to the gate we would have to pay $85 a head. Parking is free.
We declined both offers and drove down another road to the track and found a little pull-out where we could see the cars coming out of a corner and stepping on the throttle. Most of the cars seemed to be DP class although there were some GT (Porsches) which were bringing up the rear. It was quite loud. We figured we would get run out of our spot pretty quick so we took some video with Peg’s Nikon and called it good.
Right after we left the track we encountered another black guy who had a roadside peanut boiler and was open for business. Neither of us had previously eaten fresh boiled peanuts and he was nice enough to let us sample some prior to making any purchases even though we could not understand a word the guy said. He had an accent that we were completely unfamiliar with but, commerce being what it is, we bought a $4 portion from him and commenced to eat them as we continued our drive. They are quite tasty but eating them is messy so we saved most of them until we returned to the Invader. The remainder of the peanuts were promptly shelled and devoured. Parts of the peanuts we could not easily dislodge from their shell we donated to the squirrels in the campground.
I did some minor maintenance on Charlotte and we went to Scab-Mart where we shopped for some food including some business with a miserable deli butcher woman who either hated us, her job or life in general. She was about the surliest Scab-Mart employee we have ever encountered and we sincerely hope we will not be obliged to see her again. No smiley-face stickers for her this week and it seems highly unlikely she will get a non-cash, non-promotional award for customer service in the foreseeable future. In my dotage I decided not to give her a hard time for being such a turd to deal with but it took all my willpower and very few pokes to the ribs from Peggy. Peg also believed her to be an asshat.
Peg and I noted that the faucet in the Invader’s bathroom sink seemed to be flowing slower with each use so I took the faucet apart to find that the cheesy little flow restrictor was plugged up such that almost no water would pass. Instead of trying to clean the crud out of the restrictor, I took the path of least resistance and just took the entire restrictor out of the assembly. Flow in the bathroom sink is no longer an issue. The faucet now spews forth a stream unlike any we have seen since purchasing the Invader.
The rest of the day I mostly loafed and read. Peggy dug in and started processing our taxes for 2014 since the IRS might take notice of us because I earned W-2 income last year. If we get a refund, I suppose her efforts will be validated but next year I see scant reason to file any tax documentation since it is not like the IRS could do anything to us since we will be pretty hard to find if we keep traveling.