Yesterday I went to a NASCAR race. My ears are still ringing.
I don't want to write about it like some Rolling Stone wannabe. I certainly don't want to be one of those assholes who sees it as an anthropological study. I didn't go because I wanted to make fun of people, or a culture, or a fan base. I went because my great great friend invited me and bought me a ticket and I thought it would be fun. And it was. I had a remarkable time.
The thing that surprised me the most is how enormous the racing facility is. It doesn't even look real. It's like, yeah, you know the Grand Canyon is big, blah blah blah, but then you see it in person and you can't even figure it out.
Billy once said that every stereotype you can throw at NASCAR is absolutely true. And he was right. Except I don't remember seeing any Confederate flags.
Anyway, number 28 won. Next time, I'm wearing earplugs.
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