This past weekend did not start on a very good note.  It all began with three small, but dreaded words from the mouth of my son - "My belly hurts."  Not the words any parent wants to hear, especially right before going on a two hour car ride.  I had hoped that the belly ache was just a result of the school bus being too hot.  For some unknown reason, the bus driver insists on keeping all the windows shut and the heat on, even on eighty degree days.  Just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt.  Unfortunately, about halfway through our drive to the arenacross race, my son lost his lunch all over the truck.  He did literally lose his lunch.  On the menu for Friday was chicken and noodles.  And by the looks of it, my son cleaned his tray that day.  Lucky us.  Thankfully, my daughters are not the queasy type who feel the need to vomit when they see someone else vomit.  In fact, Kallie, who was sitting next to Cael (poor child), barely glanced at her puking brother before gleefully returning to eating her second Arby's roast beef sandwich.  Cael felt much better after emptying the entire contents of his stomach and we continued on our way.

Compared to the beginning of our trip, the rest of the weekend was fairly uneventful.  Cael felt well enough to race on Saturday.  He raced pretty well and didn't have any major crashes.  However, one of his motorcycles did not cooperate and decided that one race was enough for it.  Of course, it would have to be an expensive part that needs replaced.  Why is it never a ten dollar cable that causes the problem?  It has to be a $200 part that breaks this close to Christmas.  Thanks a lot Murphy and your stupid "law"!  Oh well.  No one ever said that motocross was a cheap sport to get into.  It's a good thing it is so much fun!  Have a safe and Happy Thanksgiving!