On a very early, cold and windy Sunday morning I headed up to Dover, Delaware with my co-workers. The trip was uneventful, except for the few wrong turns that had the little blue dot on my GPS going the opposite direction of our destination. We soon got back on track, and after passing several acres of farmland in between strip malls, we arrived at the Dover International Speedway for my first NASCAR event.
I always wondered what was the appeal of NASCAR – was it sitting on a hard stand braving the elements while 43 cars go around in a circle some 400 times or the deafening roar of the engines? I see the monotony of it watching the race at home on TV, but for those who go out to the races it really is a big lime. Friends and family, food, drinks – all that was missing was the DJ and it could’ve been the party stand at a one day cricket match. (Well maybe not, but the idea of the lime is the same)
After the tour and a stop for birthday cupcakes we made our way to the seats for the driver introductions and start of the race. The national anthem played accompanied by fireworks and a flyover and men with parachutes; and maybe I was feeling the energy from the thousands of fans around me (though it could have been over exposure to racing fuel), but there was no denying that I felt a surge of excitement when I heard the announcer say “drivers… start your engines!”
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| Standing by Jeff’s race garage |
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| Victory Lane! |
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| Monster Mile race action |
Lucky lady!! wish was moi:)
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