I get everything loaded into the car at 2330 and head off to my parents house - an hour from mine. Five minutes before I get there, I get a phone call from my mom - "don't hurry, the trailer brakes are messed up and now your dad isn't going to go."
I won't even get into the details about how the trailer brakes are a constant problem and should have been dealt with months ago, or how maybe an hour before we are supposed to leave isn't the best time to start checking things.
So I stomped around the house a bit, realized quickly that nothing I did there would change the fact that we didn't have a working trailer and would not be going to Phoenix. So i
And I still quit my job today. It's the little things that make me happy.
Hopefully the trailer will be fixed before the Tuscon race next week.