It was ugly. There’s just no other way to say it, and it was no one’s
fault. It was just one of those
Arley Langlo didn’t disappoint in terms of his exploding spectacularly, but the trail of oil he left on the track ultimately helped end the day’s racing. And not a moment too soon, either!
disastrous days at the races when just
about nothing went the way it should have.
Let’s begin with just trying to get to Las Vegas on Friday. Incoming
flights were delayed due to the high winds, and those clinging to their
seatmates as their aircraft bounced around like ping pong balls
couldn’t help but notice, if they were brave enough to look out the
window, that much of the desert floor seemed to be heading east in a
massive dust storm. Getting from the airport to fabulous Las Vegas
Motor Speedway was another nightmare, as I-15 appears as if it’s being
rebuilt one mile at a time – every mile!
It doesn’t rain in Las Vegas. Come on, it just doesn’t – but it
did, showering the track with enough moisture to halt the proceedings
and set the schedule back not by minutes, but by hours. When the first
of two scheduled pro sessions began, more than a few Pro Stock drivers
tried to blow the clutches right out of their cars on the starting
line, while others fought for control as their machines came whipping
out of the shelter provided by the massive grandstands. For those
spectators on hand – and there weren’t many of them, take our word for
it – every run was a nail biter.