Okay, so I'm not Darrell Waltrip, and it wasn't NASCAR, but I had a blast this weekend at Texas Motor Speedway for the Pro-Cuts Texas World Dirt Track Championships.
It was loud.
It was smelly.
It was dirty.
I loved every second of it! There is just something about a field of 20-30 modifieds rumbling (literally, vibrate-your-chest-cavity rumbling) past the Start/Finish in a rolling start. DAMN! Almost puts me half-mast just thinking about it.
In addition to the modifieds, they ran SUPR Late Model cars, with Kenny Schrader driving the #99 Pro-Cuts/Red Baron car. For some reason, my brother and I became fans of the #9 and #427 "chicken" cars, which were sponsored by a chicken restaurant chain. I forget the exact chain, because the only thing that will come into my head is "Clyde Torkle Chicken Pit Special".
Of course, the best part was this older fellow who happened to be sitting in front of us both evenings. This guy was jazzed!!! He was jumping up and down, waving the cars around, yelling instructions, yelling stuff up to the track announcer... He was having 10 times more fun than anyone around him. My brother was kinda annoyed with him, but I thought it was awesome. Clearly, this guy loves racing. I get the impression he maybe was a driver at some point, and he made some mention of working on engines for at least one of the competitors, but even if all he is is a big fan, he's a guy who knows how to enjoy a race.
Really, if you weren't there, any description of the races themselves I'd try to offer would just fall flat, so I'm not even going to try. But I've already marked my calendar for next year. :-) Haircut in mid-February, races the first weekend in March.
As for the diet, I'm going to quote Daughter:
"I don't want to talk about it".
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