So it was Sunday morning, and I was looking after Alessandra and Anthony that morning while we prepared to go pick up Gianluca and momma to bring them home.It was close to 11:00 a.m. as I was finishing packing the car and getting the kids ready to go when I thought that I'd pack up the Strider- just in case. I asked Erika if they could roll her down to the pick up zone so we could just pull in and load em' up, and she said that they could (they didn't know what my motivation was at this point, but it was a reasonable request nonetheless). We arrived at the hospital just around 11:30, and I figured that if we could be loaded up and out of there by around 11:40 that we could be at the track just before registration closed at noon. Erika wasn't there yet when we arrived, but I still had a glimmer of hope. We ended up all loaded and exiting the hospital parking lot at around 11:44; I turned to Erika and said: "wanna go racing", and the rest is history.
We arrived at 11:59, got registered (I was registering while Erika was getting Alessandra ready), and sent Alessandra out for practice. We left about 40 minutes later with another pair of wins, and we were all headed home to start our new life as a family of five.
This was her last race event as a 3 yr. old, and she went out in style- that's our girl!
Next stop: Black Jack West Coast Nationals in Reno this Saturday? We'll see.
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