Daytona Deja Vu (or Dejatoyna Vu?)

Hey Beanheads–Quinn David Furness coming in HOT on a Monday morning. First things first, thank you to EVERYONE who made our 3rd Annual Beantown Podcast Pledge Drive Telethon Fundraiser such an immense success, and I’m not just saying that–We’re currently at $340 and more money is on its way from generous donors on the East Coast. I’m doing some traveling early on this week but as soon as I get back to Chicago, we’ll be reaching out with more information regarding our donor gifts. And of course, a special shout-out to those Topaz Elite Members–I think you get to board in Zone 1 on your next 3 flights? Text me and we’ll work out the details…

Anyways, coming at you with just a short lil baby installment of the Beantown Blog. Just a nice SHOT to get your week started. And if you have today off because it’s Presidents Day (I don’t), then enjoy this from the comfort of your couch. As you probably did not know unless you watch Fox News, yesterday was supposed to be the 2020 Daytona 500. Now, something that a lot of people don’t know about me because I generally don’t talk about it that much is that I actually like NASCAR quite a bit. More specifically, I like Jimmie Johnson–He’s not your prototypical/stereotypical stock car driver. He’s a cool guy from California with a wife and kids, he’s a big triathlete and marathon runner, and he’s got a fun beard just like me. Well, Jimmie has won 7 championships, tied for the most in the history of stock car racing, and this is his last year of racing before he retires. So you can probably see why I’d be a little extra invested in this year’s Daytona 500! As you probably did not hear, after about 10-15 laps, the already-delayed race was put under red flag for hours due to rain and eventually postponed until tomorrow (today which is Monday, February 17th) at 3pm CST. This is a problem. I have to drive to St Louis this afternoon and there’s no way around it, meaning it’s highly unlikely I’ll get to see any of the remaining 180 laps of the 2020 Daytona 500. You’re probably thinking, ‘Gee, Quinn, that’s a bummer but that’s only the 2nd rainout in 62 years of the Daytona 500 so it’s probably never happened to you before and it won’t happen again!’ Ha, we plan, God smiles. Allow me to take you on a journey back to 2012…

The year was 2012. I was really into NASCAR at this time as I had some friends down in Rochelle who were big fans as well, and frankly, these were the only people I’ve ever met in 25 years on this Earth who actually really liked NASCAR. So it’s a beautiful February day in late 2012, and there I go driving down I-39 to Rochelle, IL to watch the Great American Race with my friends. Well, it’s raining in Daytona. The race can’t even start. I probably get there around 1pm, we’ve got pizza, beer nuts, Mountain Dew, a whole big spread. So there we sit, waiting and waiting, watching Darrell Waltrip and Larry McReynolds play rock-paper-scissors for 4 hours on LIVE air until NASCAR eventually postpones the race until 1pm the following day, a Monday, also a school day. So I’m bummed out for obvious reasons, but I’m already cooking up a little scheme to watch the race the following day.

I gotta tell ya–My mom Jane might be the real MVP of this story. In a rare moment of allowing her kid to sacrifice education for NASCAR (first and only time baby!!), I convinced Mom to let me skip AP Calculus to come home early from school (just community college classes in the morning) to watch the race. So there I am, leaving classes around noon, strolling on home to catch Daytona. Except it was still raining in Daytona. This time they postponed it until 7pm. Uh oh. Big problem. Now not only am I FAILING out of AP Calculus (thank you MOM how could you do this to me???), but of course, I have the end of the year swim banquet that night, and let’s be honest, this is like the Oscars of high school sports. You just can’t miss it (unless you’re Dame Maggie Smith, and let’s be honest, my cheekbones just aren’t that high). So there I sit at the swim banquet in absolute agony, receiving updates every 5 minutes from my friends in Rochelle. What’s that? Danica Patrick wrecked Jimmie Johnson 30 minutes into the race? FML. And honestly, I don’t think we talk about this enough as a society, I’m so happy Danica Patrick was a huge failure in stock car racing. Yes, she’s more or less from my hometown, yes, it was very cool to see a female driver break through like that, but yes, she was also a gigantic pain in the ass who has an awful personality and cannot race to save her life. There, I said it.

So the swim banquet finally ends around 10 or something in that range–I RUSH home driving 120 mph down Perryville Rd because I wanted to really feel like I was part of the Daytona action. The second I walk in, the race goes under yellow flag (caution). Bummer. But hey, I made it, I’m in front of my TV, nothing can stop me now from catching the end of this race. HA! This happens (RIP Juan Pablo Montoya):

Hell of a run for that #42 Target Car

In case you’re wondering, yes, that is absolutely wild and completely abnormal. So, at this point, I still haven’t seen a single lap of green flag racing, but I sure as hell have witnessed one of the most bizarre accidents in racing history. Also, in case you’re wondering, this isn’t the type of accident you just clean up in 10 minutes then get back to racing. Nope, they had to first put out the fire, then clear all the trucks, cars, and debris from the track, then they rolled out the Tide detergent and a whole bunch of other chemicals in an attempt to repair the badly damaged track. Total repair time? Something like 90 minutes to 2 hours. Well do you wanna take a guess as to what happened in that time frame. That’s right–16-year old Quinn David Furness, all snuggled and warm on the couch late at night, falls asleep. Literally minutes before going back to green flag racing and after close to 2 hours of sitting there just waiting to see some real racing, I crashed hard (not as hard as Montoya but still). In the wee hours of Tuesday morning, Matt Kenseth’s #17 car, driving for Roush Fenway, had won the Daytona 500, and yours truly, Quinn David Furness, had seen exactly ZERO green flag laps of racing.

Looks like every 8 years at this point, I’ll get shammed from watching the Daytona 500. Can’t wait for 2028! Q OUT

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