Good one Clark! Nothing we took even remotely looked like a chair.

We pulled back out on US-31, and called Boone to explain how to get to the checkpoint. Darryl called immediately afterwards, and Rachael took the call.
"He says the motel is thirty miles out of route, and he is just going to find another one because he doesn't want to back track that far!"
"That can't be right, but they seem to be running us quite away over just to go to that cruise-in spot. Ask him how far the motel is from the track!"
"4.5 miles".
"Then tell him to drive to the track and finish the route, and then go to the motel".
"Yeah, he said that makes sense, he'll do that!"

This is what happens when you get tired and road weary after a long day, and you are looking at road instructions on a sheet and taking advice from smart phones...it can get convoluted in a hurry! We made it to the Barnes and Noble for the cruise-in without a problem, (of course it had been over for hours by that point), then everything went sideways in a hurry. Maschmeier and Gilpin drove by in the Camaro, so we dicided to follow them, and that turned what should have been a 1/2 mile cut-off into a 4 mile drive-around! Then they came to a dead stop in the middle of an intersection, which Rachael clearly knew was a left turn, so I made a left turn on the inside of them, and now they decided to follow us! 3 miles or so later, I made a wrong turn, then drove about 2 miles before I figured it out, so we pulled into a closed gas station to take a breather, and get our bearings. The Camaro continued on, but as we sat there in the Satellite, with the engine shut off, punching the motel address into Rachael's phone, I heard the throaty, lumping monster coming back towards us. They pulled in, parked, and Travis walked over to my open door, "what are you guys going to do?"
"I think we are within a couple miles of the track, but I'm not going to spend twenty more minutes searching for it in the dark, so we're going to find our motel and call it a night". I smiled as I looked at his weary face, and realized they were at the end of their rope as well.
"Yeah, I agree, I think we'll do the same, see you guys in the morning!"

Basically, now, when I look at it on Google maps, we missed the track by about three miles, and then back tracked and drove 8 more miles than we needed to find the motel, but at the time it felt like it cost us twenty miles and an hour of time to get it all straight!
Exhausted, I called Darryl, and woke him up to get our room numbers, he was barely coherent, but I sent Rachael up to get the key, while I called Boone and directed them in.
She came back with one room key.
"We have two rooms, why only one key?"
"This is to the other room, he just stuck it through the door, and closed it again!"
"Well, OK, I guess whoever is staying in his room will just have to beat on the door when they get here!"
Rachael grabbed our bags and headed on up to the other room, while I waited for the guys. When they arrived, Darren and Boone parked beside me near the front of the motel, but not Dale, nope, he had to rumble all the way around, and park on the far side. There is always one in every crowd who has to announce his arrival at two in the morning!
I helped Dad, Darren and Boone grab their bags and escorted them to Darryl's room, then returned to our room only to realize Dale and James had snuck in there already and beat me to the shower. I didn't set an alarm, we were going to be late to the track tomorrow, just like a marathon, pace is everything!