I am awed and humbled. The early arrival reception was held on a terrace at the Lowes Resort overlooking Lake Las Vegas. The sun set as drinks were poured, hors d’oeuvres were served and the full moon rose over the Black Mountains. Fireball Run participants and Henderson Chamber of Commerce representatives circulated during the official meet and greet. Inevitably, as I shook hands and introduced myself to my fellow travelers, they launched into monologues about the missing kids that they represent. Many had contacted the families and/or local law enforcement agencies to get case updates. Many had distributed press releases about the cases and some received recognition in local newspapers, television and radio stations. It is good to see that otherwise dormant cases are receiving attention.
We went to the Las Vegas Motor Speedway this morning for our Fireball Run orientation. Things started slowly as more participants straggled in, forms were filled out, decals were attached to the vehicles and copious amounts of water were consumed as the heat on the tarmac surged toward triple digits. The schedule became a memory as the time trials began and we threaded the cone track. At the end of the day our screaming Camaro LT had the third best time on the cone track. Not bad for a couple of rookies competing against Lamborghini’s, tricked out Mustang’s and a very peculiar but cool 1909 Model T. I doubt that we will win many races, but nobody will forget our intensely awesome lime green chariot.
In the Bay Area a hot day is anything over 80-degrees F., so standing on the Speedway tarmac, in the Vegas desert on a sunny September day is a lesson in real heat management. Copious amounts of water are consumed, shade is a luxury and a convenient toilet is a necessity.
Is the lesson of the Fireball Run going to be about the convenience of the Men’s Room? I sure hope not, because as much as I love my Camaro, there is no bathroom in the back seat.
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