Charlotte bryntesson

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Research output per year. Open Access. Serum aromatic and branched-chain amino acids associated with NASH demonstrate divergent associations with serum lipids de Mello, V. A final reminder for her to just this once watch the broadcast… just in case, was a final instruction. On race day, we pulled into our usual parking spot in the lot off Morehead Road. It all seemed normal enough, well as normal as it could be considering the circumstances. A quick pass through and it was on to our gate to make our way to our seats for pre-race.

They said to come earlier as they would be checking bags closely. They said there would be more people checking bags but expect delays. I got my first glimpse of our changed world when I put my Race-Pac on the counter and opened it up for the gentleman to check. As he rummaged through I could see the strained look on his face. There is no glass in there. He stopped and looked me square in the eye and what he said next hit me between the eyes like a two by four —.

Such is the effect of terrorism. Satisfied, he allowed me in and slid my bag to me to put back together. As I slung my pac over my shoulder, this new reality I entered changed everything. The walk to our seats took a bit longer than normal as instead of freely trusting other fans as I had since my first Cup race in , I now found myself on the lookout for something the hired help may have missed.

There was a constant question of can we get out if the need arose? Darting eyes checked exits, this time not so we could make a quick getaway after the checkered flag fell, but could we get away in case the unthinkable happened.

Paramedics and their ambulances stationed beneath the stands? Their faces all were as tense as the fella who checked my bag. Their normal pre-race excitement of protecting the ever masses was now blended with the uncertainty of the new reality. They were readily trained and totally prepared for what a normal race day often brings. If you looked into their eyes real hard you could see it.

Stay or leave became a growing thought. Never before had I viewed going to my seat as an act of patriotism, but today it was.

If I turned, they win. Once settled in our seats, race day normalcy returned. The sights, sounds, smells and energy was overwhelming… just as it always is. No matter how good your TV and sound system is it cannot begin to do justice to this part of racing. You can watch a race, but you have to be there to experience a race.

I was there to experience a race. Today though, I found increasing glances around, checking things out, checking people out, more mindful of those around me and what they might be doing. Before long, pre-race began and it was everything and more that you would expect from a Humpy Wheeler production.

There was representatives from all arms of the military present. Five thousand firefighters from around the country, including a contingency from New York City, who served as honorary marshals, made a somber march around the 1. The drivers go to their cars. After the invocation, National Anthem and the command to start engine it will be time to go racing. But then things changed… the pre-race changed. I had been there for the Invasion of Grenada so this had to be a high tech intro to his next patriotic pre-race installment.

But this time there were no fireworks in the infield. As minutes passed the realization set in that this was real. Operation Enduring Freedom was underway. For the next twenty minutes we watched our countries response to the attacks just a few weeks earlier.

For me, there was trepidation. So many lives had been lost already. The thought of war brought the realization that there would be more. There always is. Eventually, the attention returned to the track. There was a race to run. There was the Invocation. Firemen from FDNY gave the command to start engines and the deep-throated rumble brought the attention back from a half a world away to the field of forty-three sitting before us getting ready to roll off and race.

He had been slated to make his third Cup start today… a bright star taken from us far too soon. Racing, like life, goes on though. A few rows ahead was that Johnson kid. It was his first Cup start. Had been keeping my eye on him for a while.