Look at who said it.LOL.

I would so drive that, actually like this one more, can you say sleeper barge!

LOl, nice!...I was thinking if it was mine, a stroker big block with nitrous, but this works!, whats it run?

"So then", Boone continued, "this guy pulls in driving a short-bed Dodge, 72 up style, with big tires, and a small block, and he gets out all excited, and starts talking about how his buddy Trevor is going to freak out when he finds out that the one and only Barnyard Viper is right here in the middle of his home town."
"You're making this part up!" I challenged him, looking to see his expression.
"I swear!" He looked at me seriously, "it gets crazier, this guy looks me square in the face and says: 'with Trevor, there is is wife', and he put his hand level, 'then God', and he put his hand higher, 'then the Barnyard Viper!', and he raised his hand even higher."
"That's a pretty strong statement", I added.
"Yeah, so he's looking at the truck, I'm showing him everything, and I kinda figure the Mustang guy would excuse himself, and head on to Indy, but he just kept right on talking. Then, a little later, another guy pulls in and immediately starts talking to the first local about whether or not Trevor knew the Barnyard Viper is in town! The first guy tells him that he already texted Trevor, and he's at work, with no way to escape. Then the second guy starts telling me how much Trevor loves my truck!"
"You're lucky you made it out of there alive", I teased.
We walked up the stairs and into the tower suite where Tonya Turk, and Tara Fling took our time slips, looked at our pictures of the checkpoints, then handed us our official Drag Week time slips and route sheets.
On the way back Boone continued, "then that Father/daughter team pulled in driving a slow Camaro in Street Machine Eliminator, and they were looking for emory cloth for Jeff Lutz, so he could try to polish his crank up, and keep going..."
"Polish the crank?" I interjected, "Where was he?"
"He was on the far side of town, in a dealership parking lot, according to what they told us. So the guy in the Dodge truck volunteered to go to his shop and pick some up for them. Meanwhile the Camaro group just jumped out and started right in on the bench racing session with me, Charles in the Mustang, the second local, and two guys on a golf cart from the car lot across the street! Just when I thought it couldn't get any more bizarre, a mini-van flew into the parking lot, and a woman gets out dressed in a nursing outfit, and explained she was on her way to work, when she looked over and saw the real Barnyard Viper!"
"Stop it, Boone! If I write that, I'll have no credibility left!
"It's the truth! She was Trevor's Wife! So then she handed me her phone and asked me to take pictures of her and the truck, because the Barnyard Viper is his screensaver, and now he could have a picture of it with her in the shot as well!"
"Oh, boy; I'm surprised you could even get back in the truck as big as your head had to have been at that point!"

It was nearly 10pm when I called Boone on my long walk back down to the truck from the restaurant, for an update.

"Dad, and I are ready to roll. We broke in Darren's cam about twenty minutes ago, so He's hooking everything up to leave, but he still has to go by his house and pack.
"You aren't going to wait for him are you?"
"No way, we figure my rig will be the slowest anyway, so I'm getting ready to hit the road, Dale has to clean up and get some other stuff done also, so I'm going to head that way!"
"Alright, we're leaving Lambert's now."
"Are you driving all the way to the track", Boone questioned.
"I doubt it. John has a room in Collinsville, north of the track, but I'll probably stop short of St. Louis...like Sullivan or there about."

Rachael and Skippy were asleep before we made it back to I-44, and John was following me, so I was left to my own recognizance, and I did fairly well for the first hour, then the full belly and long day began to wear on me. The first thing you notice when driving fatigued, is that speed control is the first thing to go. Anyone who has traversed Southern Missouri understands that there is precious little flat ground, and I found myself charging down hills at 70, and cresting the next at 35, and that just wasn't acceptable, so I started looking for a suitable place to bail. Finally, I came upon exit 161, Fort Leonard Wood, and pulled into a Kum & Go.

"Gotta get rid of some of those throwed rolls?" John laughed as he pulled up beside me in the parking lot.
"Naw...I'm just done! Think I'm going to grab a room here and then make it into town in the morning."
"Ok...we're going to keep going", John agreed.
I grabbed one room with two queen beds on the side of the Liberty Lodge that was facing the parking lot we parked in, and called Boone before I settled into my bed. I told him where we were, and based on his calculations they were five hours behind us, Dale was an hour behind them, and Darren hadn't left his house yet!