How else to describe attending my first NASCAR race? It was just a Friday night "pup" race on the NASCAR feeder circuit. The big-boy race (or big-girl if you're Danica Patrick - see her bus center left) was later on the weekend. But they still went 130+ mph, so their movement was faster than I had ever seen in person.
We were guests of a company for which my wife's employer (a large contracting firm) does work. I was the accompanying spouse - a role I am warming up to nicely. :) They gave us access to their suite at the track, complete with comprehensive refreshments.
The pre-race warmups were about the only time you could be outside without ear protection, and I didn't really want to be outside at all due to the searing heat. Give me an air conditioned box with a TV monitor, food and drink, and relative quiet anytime. :)
But when you did step outside, it was soooo loud.
And just a tad fast...
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