Tomorrow is the 57th I-500 snowmobile race in Sault Ste. Siberia.

The first race lasted all day and way into the night. I went there with Bad Boyfriend. We had a stoopid fight and he left me way on the other side of the loop in the damn dark. I walked around the rest of the track alone, wondering how I would get home. I mean, nowadays, I would just WALK home but I was a little high school girl then and I was terrified about who might be lurking in the dark. When I got back to the grandstand area, of all things, THERE WERE MY PARENTS! What the hell were they doing there? I dunno. Bad BF told me later that he had been looking for me. I believed him. He was not really a bad person and I think he felt some remorse.

I may have gone to the I-500 a couple more times before I left town. I do remember playing my piccolo (with glubs on) with the high school band once or twice.

The next time (after childhood) I went to the I-500 was when The Commander was in hospice care in 2012. My sister-in-law was visiting (yes, that one…) and I took her there. At that time, it was an easy walk from The Comm’s house, where we were luxury camping. It was a weird year though. The temperatures were approaching 40 and it turned out to be more of a mud race than anything.

This year, temperatures are c-c-c-cold and there’s a lot of snow so conditions are much better for a snowmobile race.

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