bees in my lemonade. fans sitting next to me chain-smoking throughout the race. hillibillies randomly standing up in front of me to cheer particular drivers every time they come around the track, apparently believing the drivers can actually see this show of support while they’re hurtling through Turn 3 at over 100mph.
all for the low low price of $50 for any NASCAR ticket that gets you remotely close to the track. and god help you if you want a beer that doesn’t have the word “Bud” or “Busch” in it.
what is the appeal of this “sport”? why do you like going to car races, NASCAR fans? i can actually see some of the enjoyability of watching races on TV, but actually being there in the stands (i don’t know about the infield) is akin to torture.
“get a life” is a pretty compelling response. i’ve had pit access too and that part is fun, but the race experience itself tends to obliterate those good memories.
