The Coney Dog of Death
Author: Wes Williams	Wes Williams | Thursday, 15 May 2008 08:36

4:00 Alarm--

4:35 Drive--

6:15am--

I'm finally at my gate. It has taken me 4 days to make it to this wonderful and humble place of love they call C5 with the Boeing 717 sitting outside it's shield of beaut. But let me backtrack a little bit.

On May 1^st, Kaelyn and I embarked on our 2 to last voyage of our roadtrip; this time it was from California to Las Vegas. Since we had been on the road a staggering 80 something days, it only felt right that we take a bit of time to ourselves and enjoy the final AMA East West Supercorss Shootout at Sam Boyd Stadium. Vegas was Vegas and there's not much more to say than that. We left early Sunday morning heading east with the destination of Atlanta, GA. With very little fuel in our human tanks, we were determined to make it back in record time so I could actually spend a few days at home before I hit the road again for the summer. We arrived extremely early Tuesday morning, and we were beat; 30 hours total time to drive what ended up being an astounding 2,019.1 miles.

I turned around and left on Thursday headed to MTF to get up with a few of the Redbull guys, and Friday I went to Panama City to meet up with my best friend Helicopter Pilot Chris. I typically would've said to heck with that trip, but Chris had just graduated flight school and received his Commercial license and CFI and CFII certifications...that's quite a huge accomplishment that deamed celebration with a friend I don't see all too often. I left at the crack of dawn Sunday morning and, low and behold, around 11 I noticed Sonic was having a Coney Dog $1.00 special. Ask anyone that hangs around me, Coney dogs are my favorite. But not anymore.

 

I do believe it was the coney dog of death which led to a solid 4 sick days where I couldn't do ANYTHING. And to be honest, I don't know how I'm actually sitting here at gate C5 typing this, not to mention getting on a plane to Morgantown, WV to work for the weekend.

I actually tried to leave Tuesday Morning when I was feeling "better", but as I pulled into the airport yet another major sickness came over me and I felt as if my body heat had dropped to -60. On top of that, there was absolutely no vacant parking, except for daily which was 26$ a day...not happening. At that point in time I figured it was a sign from a higher power that was telling me to turn around, which I did. On my way home, the sickness intensified and I had to pull into an emergency clinic, which was booked for the day, but somehow I conned my way into getting in within 10 minutes of my arrival. A few times getting sick, a few shots in the butt, and some bottles of antibiotics later, I had my mom come pick me up and we headed home.

I thought for sure I'd feel better when my alarm went off at 4:30 Wednesday morning, but my entire body hurt so bad I couldn't move. I haven't been this sick since I had mono when I was 10, so I was in absolute horrific pain. Either way, I'm at the airport, still sick, but operating around 55% which is approximately 45% better than where I've been the past 4 days.

 Sorry the videos have been slack, but you guys probably understand my hurt...hopefully. Either way, we have an action packed summer laid out for everyone in the video viewing world, from the stuff I'm doing for the Racer X Motocross Show on Motocross.com to Racer X Films to our wonderful home we call Vurb. Stay Tuned!

Special thanks goes out to my wonderful Momma goat, she took magnificent care of my sickly body. Here's huge respect and love to all you awesome moms out there...we couldn't do it without ya.

p.s. I feel like I'm letting go of a best friend leaving behind my beloved #3 Extra Long Chili Cheese Coney, but I think it's going to be for my best.

p.s.s Thanks for all the concerned emails, calls, and texts I got after Brent posted I had the plague; obviously we meant the hypothetical plague, but it might as well have been.