Back in October, I attended my very first NASCAR race. I didn’t really know what to expect, I was soooo excited. We had to park literally half a mile away, on the grass. They made these makeshift parking lines, I thought that was hilarious. First off, there were LOADS of people, and to get us around to the gates, they drove these little raceway golf cart looking things, for which we had to wait in a long ass line. The people were very friendly, from all walks of life. And then there was the tailgating! The tailgating is what I got a kick out of, they were all out there in the parking lot with their grills and booze, of course. Food was EVERYWHERE, because out here in the US, if you buy food at those types of places it’s expensive as hell. I would always buy my snacks first, from a grocery store or Dollar Tree. I ain’t ashamed. Nope. I understand now why they would grill because it’s so expensive. And it’s done at football games too. I had never seen one in the flesh. So when I got out to the track, after what seemed like forever, I was amazed. It was an amazing set up, like this is a track that is part of history. I had great seats also. Man, was I fascinated, because I haven’t seen a NASCAR track live before. Ever.
Row 10, is where I sat, and immediately I was in love. The crowd, the whole aura of it all. I took in the sights, the cars, the pit crew. It was all real. No one told us to get earplugs though. I did not mind at all, that’s for next time. Then the drivers were introduced. And man, when I tell you I was screaming when the drivers started to drive around the track? I was a screaming idiot. I WAS IMMEDIATELY HOOKED. The sound of the engines, the vibration of the seats. Yessss. It is very addicting, I understand what it means to be a gearhead/petrolhead now. I understand you all! A bit of trivia: I know the name Martin Truex Jr, because back in Jersey, in a town called Manahawkin, there is a street named after him. So it felt nice to see a piece of home.
The race began, and I admit the cars were LOUD! But I did not care, and immediately, my sister in law and I began to bicker about which driver would win. I wanted number 11, who was Denny Hamlin, because he was in the lead, and she wanted number 7. Number 7 was not important to me because I wanted 11. And for a while he was kicking ass. She was hell bent on 7 winning the race. So that was a bitching session. Unfortunately, Chase Elliott and Joey Logano had issues with their cars, so that was interesting to watch. We left couple hours later, and number 11 was still in the lead. But unfortunately, we all know he didn’t win. Nor number 7. I had a great time though, it was so exciting to be a part of such a historic American pastime. And I will for damn sure go again next year. Next time around, I hope to see you all there!
Kyle Larson won in the end. Ugh. So a late congratulations to him, because I'm finally getting around to writing this two months later.