GRUMPY! Dopey, Lumpy, Tired, hungry and all the other old seven Dwarfs had done there duties and stampeded their way outside where they now stood forlornly looking around for Rog and (hopefully) some transportation to some FOOD! Real food, not that “Carb Free” stuff that Scoop had packed the plane with. We looked like the seven dwarfs having to leave Snow White and the warm comforts of a nice snuggly dwarf home to go off whistling while we work in the cold thankless mines all day

But not James the mean Mr. RCTNorthwest man, for a reason that soon became apparent to us all, he had a knowing, expectant look on his face oblivious to Gray Dragons grumping about hungry and Old Reds stomach rumbling like a darned run away locomotive.

He came upon us So fast, except for James we were all caught off guard like herd of old deer in the headlights! But believe me, as soon as we saw we were going to live and what was going on we were happy, beyond description, that we were those old deer. HE was none other then our very own R.W. Adams… ROG! Roger is DA man! Him and James had treats and goodies planned for us that just defy words and even though EVERYONE knows I’m a man of few words, still I will try.

B-I-G… that’s the first word I will use! Followed by some more like; black, Hummer, stretch and FANCY… are a few more. Did I say big yet? Rog and his partner in crime RCTNorthwest were standing there grinning from ear to ear, like two cats that ate two canaries, in front of one of the biggest fanciest stretch Limos I had ever seen. Did I say big? Inside it was like a night club only bigger. As you would figure Old Red led the way and dived right in past the astonished chuffer holding the door. Soon the whole herd was swallowed up inside like a bunch of old owls in a barn. Where Scoop sat was another whole area code and real train’s ferried snack and beverage back in forth between the grazing old herd.

As we entered Rog said, "Don’t eat to many snacks you guys, I have your dinners all ready and a table waiting for you at the Resort world class 5 star restaurant that James and I built."

The big moon roof was powered open accidentally by James thinking he was turning on the Play Station and soon had old heads poppin out it like the pop up prairie dogs in a carnival game.

Even in the midst off all the celebrating and fun we were having getting to know and embarrass one another, I still had some time to hike over to Rog’s side of the Limo and set down and visit with him a little. After all, he was treating us all to something so grand and I had been waiting a long time to meet him and thank him and just yak at him for a bit.

Boomer: I know who you are but for those who read our report and don’t know you, What other projects besides running an Amusement park and resort empire are you involved in at rct2.com?
Rog: I am the Competitions Coordinator and I always take part in the staff park projects.
Boomer: We couldn’t ruin, I mean RUN the site without ya Rog. When you disappear off into the fog of the "real world" what do you do for a living?
Rog: I drive a forklift at a Wal-Mart distribution center in southern Indiana.
Boomer: I did similar work at America West Airlines at one time. Besides your real work in Indiana, do you have any new RCT parks under development you can tell us about?
Rog: Right now I'm working on an RCTM park called UHH - Universal Hollywood Hills with Mike R. RCTNW, Kai and Mick. There is also a TOP SECRET RCTM park that I'm working on, I could tell you about it but then I would have to kill you. If I didn't RCTNorthwest would kill me!
Boomer: Well if he doesn’t crawl back inside the Hummer he’s going to kill himself. Other then RCT parks, what is your favorite park to visit"?
Rog: PKI, Paramount’s Kings Island in Cincinnati Ohio is my favorite. But I still say, The NASCAR Experience is right at the top of the list too! And it cost less to get in (Rog winks).
Boomer: Having helped design and create such a unique racing themed park, have you ever experienced the thrill of actually driving a race car?
Rog: One summer I helped off and on with a friend that drove a 3/4 midget in the UMRA series. Other that that I just watch them go round and round.
Boomer:

What is your favorite ride in The NASCAR Experience?
Rog:

I would have to say “The Rock” RCTNorthwest outdone himself on that one!
Boomer:  (trying not to squeal with delight) Oh I can’t wait to ride that ride tomorrow.
Rog: And ride it you shall Boomer, but first things first, are you guys hungry? the noise in the Limo suddenly stopped, even the music as the whole dang herd froze at the mention of food).
Boomer:

I am starving and can’t wait to climb up on that big Prime Rib you promised me and start to whittling it down to size. What are you having tonight Rog?
Rog:

I was also planning to demolish a nice, big, juicy Prime Rib dinner.
Boomer:  Looks like fine minds and stomachs, think alike. Are you really ready and prepared for the arrival of the strangest, oldest bunch of drooling maniacs that you ever did see running all over your Park tomorrow? This could well be the beginning of a very long nightmare you know.
Rog: We have a very good security staff on hand and we have hired some off duty policemen from the local sheriffs department. So I'm not worried.

As the night wore on, us old timers wore out and with food and drink (perhaps a little too much of both) in our stomachs and a LONG trip behind us we looked forward to the comforts of a nice Hotel. The sight we beheld when we saw the resort and rooms waiting lovingly and longingly just inside beckoning seductively, were just flat… dazzling! What a resort Hotel this pair of RCT Partners had built. In the obscure lighting on the stunning Architecture of this magnificent hotel it appeared as if rising up in the cool mist of the soft night as if some kind of a mirage lost in a dream.

Soon we had all been checked in, rounded up and were soon lost in RCT dreams of our own. Inside my huge suite, inside my plush bed, I lay thinking about my good fortune, Yesterday day I was dodging skillets, tonight I just will just dodging Z’s, soon even that battle was lost as I drifted slowly, happily away into the arms of dreams of coasters, racecars and days of glory, long gone by.

To Be Continued