|An infield view of the Winner's Circle|
Is there anything more American than Nascar? I must confess that I know next to nothing about the sport, short of what I learned while watching the Clint Boyer episode of Duck Dynasty. Regardless, I jumped at the chance to take the VIP tickets that my uncle generously offered and head into the pit alongside a few members of my family during a recent trip to Kentucky. Though the actual race was rained out, I think that the free-flowing Budweiser, periodic engine cranking, abundance of camouflage, and field camping gave me a taste of the scene and an appreciation for this lively subculture.
|The underground maze built for getting around in golf carts|
|Emerging from the tunnel and getting one of my first glimpses of the speedway|
|A reflection of my Hunter Boots which, after countless comments, I learned are not necessarily a trend at the races|
|Before the clouds and rain rolled in|
|My (losing) picks in the draw|
|Lots and lots of horsepower (or so I'm told)|