You know what's really fun?
Driving to Ohio, literally running out of gas on the way, unloading the car from the trailer on a busy interstate in order to drive to GET gas for the truck, finally getting to the raceway at 2:30am, getting to sleep by 3am to the sound of pouring down rain, waking up cold several times and STILL hearing the rain, finally waking up at 9:30 am to the sound of STILL more rain, opening the door to see that the races have been cancelled, turning around and driving right back home, almost running out of gas AGAIN on the drive home, getting lost in the random farm-land of Ohio, finding a farm-boy with a gas tank in his yard (wow), getting some emergency gas to get us to a REAL gas station, realizing that we were closer to the actual gas station than random farm-boy, and filling up and driving home.

The best part? I really did have fun. It was an adventure. I loved (almost) every minute.