Everytime the In-N-Out car raced we craved a double-double.
Looks like it might lose...
But the In-N-Out car won! That race anyway. They lost later in the day.
Stock might not have the speed of top-fuel or funny cars, but I still love to see 'em race.
Back to the big dogs...
This was the race of the day, battle of the Force's. Ashley lost.
After the races, we grabbed a bite... no, not In-N-Out. We got a stuffed pizza at Amore. It's been months since we had been there. Props to us for showing restraint. It's tough to stay away from thay ooey gooey goodness.
Then, we returned home and soaked in the hot tub. My body ached from pulling weeds the day before. Frank suggested margaritas, he made two pitchers... we drank, we laughed, we relaxed. It was perfect end to a great weekend.