Sunday Morning
Ah, look. There's the one I'm looking for (and I'm a Tissot girl - schweeet!)
But, no Bud.
Hmmm. I'll wander around for a bit and drink in all the history sitting under these tents. Amazing.
Look around again...still no Bud.
Nope. Not in here, either.
(Wow, that doesn't look too comfy. Bet a person would really "feel the road" with a seat like that!)
I'm starting to worry that maybe Bud got locked up on Alcatraz.
Must go photgraph fellow MySpace friend Ryan Justice - he's about to run in the IPS race. Will resume my search for Bud later in the day...
Oh look! Bud's been sprung from jail!
"On a carousel..."
I'm still "on the carousel"...Bud's out of the esses and heading down the back.
Bud climbs the hill... (err, the first hill...)
The cars all disappear (can't hear the PA up there) and I head back to the tents.
There's the Ensign again...but, where's Bud?
Finally, there he is. But I can't interrupt, even with a photo - it's just too cute.
There's an adorable little tyke in the cockpit of the Ensign, and Bud's showing the little guy the ropes.
Unfortunately, I can't stay - but we shall meet one of these times. :)
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