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Originally Posted by Heel n Toe
Dunno what could possibly be so intriguing at a Casino that would make you wait 2 hours, but I think 20 minutes would've been my limit before I headed home.
And on a Friday night, no less... who woulda thunk it?
You don't hate cars, you hate yourself for being stupid. Or if not, you should be.
Two hours?
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It was the only highway to Lincoln City, Oregon. The pool tournament held at the Casino has an entry list that reads like a who's who in pool. I'm not just talking the USA, but from all over the planet. The elites, the top pros. It was early Friday afternoon that I hit the jam-up.
Damn, Oregon was much nicer to live in before the population tripled...this same road used to be a costal mountain pass that I loved to canyon carve...
Anyway, would you take a drive to see a top level race? Trust me, the players there are akin to the top 10 on an F-1 grid as far as skill in their respective sports are concerned. (edit) That's what was so intriguing. Sure as hell wasn't the gambling. I'd name names but you wouldn't know them any more than they'd know who Lewis Hamilton is.
Also, I do live in a semi rural area, 6 miles north of a small town on a road that really goes nowhere. Traffic that goes by the front of my home is more likely to be painted yellow and green with a deer emblem than to be a quick car.