The weekend in the middle of vaccation time!
I have been very fortunate to have attended 18 of the last 19 Nationals so wanting to go has never been an issuse with me. What is an issue is the time or weekend the National is on. Most of the people I know work for the Automotive Industry and thay have the first two weeks of July off. Putting the Rally in the middle works the best for me or I have to book additional weeks off which I might or might not get.
Loners to the rear, please!
[QUOTE=rocketman]I hear ya Sam and concur with most of your thoughts. I too am not much of one for large groups...IÔÇÖve met many who think there is something ÔÇ£wrongÔÇØ with those who are able to be perfectly happy simply being alone...
You can always go and if you find it not to your liking, you can simply pull up stakes and head out, IÔÇÖve done that on several of those rare occasions IÔÇÖve attended a rally and the crowds just simply started to feel ÔÇ£stiflingÔÇØ.
...there is nothing wrong with being a loner...Some folks are leaders, some are followers, others are joiners, then [B]there are those that prefer exploring the lesser traveled byways with nothing but the wind and their own thoughts for company.[/B] To each his/her own. [/QUOTE]
RocketÔÇªwe ÔÇÿsolosÔÇÖ hear you talking, my friend. In addition to your own words of wisdom above, I might add the thoughts of one [B]Robert W. Service[/B]:
[COLOR=Blue]The Men That DonÔÇÖt Fit In
ThereÔÇÖs a race of men that donÔÇÖt fit in,
A race that canÔÇÖt stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountainÔÇÖs crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gipsy blood,
And they donÔÇÖt know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But theyÔÇÖre always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: ÔÇ£Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!ÔÇØ
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs,
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
ItÔÇÖs the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day with a hope thatÔÇÖs dead
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed
He has just done things by half.
LifeÔÇÖs been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh
He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
HeÔÇÖs a rolling stone, and itÔÇÖs bred in the
HeÔÇÖs a man who wonÔÇÖt fit in.[/COLOR]