Getting everyone on the same page was a little more difficult than I thought. "Where's the motel?" Darryl questioned. I pulled out the Hotels.com confirmation sheet and gave him the address. The last two years I've always printed a map from each track, to the motel, but this year my printer went on strike before I finished. "Ok, yeah, I think I know where that is", he sounded somewhat confident, and he had been in town a day longer than us. "And stop if you find somewhere decent to eat at!" James added. "What does decent mean?" Darryl wanted clarification. "Not a chain fast food place!" Well that certainly narrowed it down.
