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Sunday, March 20, 2005

Start Your Engines . . .

The stereotypes DO exist at speedways across the country. I experienced it . . . first-hand . . . at the Atlanta Motor Speedway today.

I'm not really a race fan. The reason I even became slightly interested in racing is because we were associated with Ashland Oil, Valvoline, and Valfvoline Instant Oil Change in the corporate world for many years and, as an aside, (at the time) Mark Martin was racing the Valvoline car on the NASCAR circuit. If you know anything about Mark Martin, he is as nice (nicer) of a man than he even appears in interviews -- just a great guy. Since Valvoline let Mark change sponsors, they have had Johnny Benson and, now, Scott Riggs. We took two of our employees with us to the race. We had great seats, right between the fourth turn and the start/finish line, looking right into the pits.

Now, for all of the stereotypes that I've always heard about, but finally experienced first hand -- or, as it should be affectionately called -- "Redneck Heaven:"

The drunk with holds up his can of beer each lap his driver makes in front on him and shouts, "Wooooooooooo;"
The drunk who flips off his least favorite driver every 2-3 laps that the driver makes in front of him;
The drunks who are sitting around -- shirtless -- swilling beer and mumbling;
The drunks who were dressed in so much favorite-driver clothing, they looked like they should be down working in the pits, not sitting in the stands; and
The drunks fighting with the other drunks because "my-driver-is-better-than-your-driver."

I guess the key word here is "drunk," accompanied with a lot of smoke being blown everywhere. For being out in the great-wide-open, I still smelled like I'd spent a night in a cheap, sleazy bar -- smelling of nicotine and stale beer (and I partook of neither).

Even with the noise still rumbling in my head, and the rattle still shaking my heart and bones, it was an exciting experience (considering).

Category:: Sunday Afternoon

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