So we got up there on Friday afternoon. There being Richmond International Raceway and Miss Carol’s and me’s first ever NASCAR experience.
Our friends, the ones paying for all of this, were chomping at the bit to get to the track and I was, as usual, running late and, as usual, pissing everyone off.
But we got there.
I don’t know what I was expecting.
It was actually pretty deserted and we all drank and ate in the sky box and watched qualifying which our friends who were paying for all of this assured us was important but from what I could tell, it seemed like everybody that got on the track and went roaring around qualified for the race.
But maybe that’s just me, maybe I was missing something. Hey, it’s not like that’d be anything new.
So anyway. We drank and ate the day away and before I knew it, it was time for the Nationwide race which, according to our friends is kinda like a warm up band, a lead-in, a teaser, to the main event.
And it was way cool.
It was loud and racy and we ate and drank and watched and went back to the hotel and drank some more.
But ya know what? In the cold hard light of Saturday morning I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the hotel window, wondering about this NASCAR stuff. I wasn’t quite sure it it was something that I needed in my life.