When turning left is more then you can handle...
So I went to NASCAR for the spring race here in Phoenix last week. I am just now finally coming back into alignment with the universe.
More importantly the redneck smell has gone back to normal levels that I got calls from a few friends out of the blue. I did not know that redneck could be transmitted via cell phone.
It was a good time and lots and lots and lots and lots of cars turning left. And like any major sporting event half of the fun is the people watching. NASCAR is a most fertile ground. Grab a beer, find a concrete barrier and just wait. You will not be disappointed. TRUST ME!
What kind of people? The whole gamut... Professionals playing hookey from work (yours truly), guys with really nice Class A motorhomes that fix their NASCAR flagpoles on the top of their RV with a cigarette hanging out of their mouths, and the mullet is alive and well at NASCAR.
Am I going back?
You betcha!
Am I going to upgrade my accommodations? Not right away but hey you never know what could happen next.
