I have been waiting for this past week, including today, since November. Today was the first official race of the season. The Daytona 500. For any racing fan who’s never been to the track you must go at least once. We went in 1999 when I was pregnant with my youngest. It’s absolutely amazing. Onward. We all wondered how the Toyotas would do. They did fine. Better than fine. Junior looked good early on but it wasn’t enough. We heard less from the other Hendrick Chevys than is usual and was grateful. The best race is one where I don’t have to hear about Jeff and Jimmy.  Just when my son was ready to celebrate a victory for Tony Stewart in his new Toyota, as I bet my middle youngest brother was as well, a pair of blue Penske Dodges got by and finished one two giving Ryan his first win in more than two years and Penske it’s first ever Daytona win. They should have had their first back in 1999 when we were there when Jeff did my Rusty dirty at the end but that’s a whole different story. I was disappointed I didn’t see more of Jamie, although he looked quite cute in the prerace show where they had video of him going up in a jet. I was happy to see Kurt come up from the back in the blue deuce and push his teammate to win. Another two laps and I think Kurt would’ve gone by and won it himself, which would have made me ecstatic. Next stop California Speedway, a Penske track. I’m so happy that racing season is finally here!