Top’n'tail

So after a long journey speckled with treacherous airline food pitfalls and mind-bending traffic riddles, Swap, Lutes, and I found ourselves at the threshold of the Thistle Hotel, just minutes from the Donington Park race facility in the U.K.

Unfortunately for the TWMX crew, we were five hours too early to check in, so off to the track were we, showerless, jetlagged, hungry. No matter; the weather was perfect, our credentials were waiting for us, and Red Bull awaited us in the mega-sweet media center.

If you’re reading this, you no doubt have already perused the actual interesting material elsewhere on the main page. From track walks to interviews, we stayed busy all day. We moseyed most of the afternoon, both examining our surroundings, and spending some quality time with our own Team USA.

Finally, our legs, bellies, and coherence had all but failed us, and to the hotel we retreated. Ah, but the rocky road still lay ahead; as it turned out, Lutes and I would be sharing a single room, instead of the more inviting two-bed accommodation. “I guess we’ll have to spoon,” Lutes joked, before we learned there was, indeed, a fold out sofa.

“You mean top’n'tail?” the receptionist chimed.

Ah yes, top’n'tail.