High: The starts and restarts of a NASCAR race. There is absolutely nothing like it: the sound is amazing. You can actually feel the sounds: the fly-bys before the race were amazing because the airport is right there, so the F-18s come down real low over the stadium!; the car engines revving up as they approach the start/finish line and as they throttle down when they approach pit row. The smell of engines and rubber. It all just makes your heart race!
Low: Ironically enough, the smoking. Because it's an outdoor event, folks can smoke where ever. For non-smokers like me, I wake up the next morning with a smokers cough!
High: Being a #18 M&M car fan
Low: Being about the only #18 M&M car fan in a crowd of 120,000 who constantly "Boo" your driver. Actually, it's kinda scary.
High: Frozen strawberry margarita's at the race!
Low: Sixty degree weather, rain, and nothing but a t-shirt on you while you drink your margarita! Brr-rrrr-rrrrr!
High: The women's room at Daytona. A few more 'stalls' but overall, an excellent 'pit stop'. I 'teamed' up with the woman standing behind me. We entered our stalls at the same time, exited together, washed and dried in unison and merged back into the grandstand, with me 'bump drafting' her all the way! (all racing references and puns intended)
Low: The woman taking up an entire stall in the women's room to have a cat fight with her mother over her cell phone! Who the heck cars if it's "Bootsy's fault if y'all ain't talkin'!" Three women yelled at her: "We don't all need to know yer business lady!"; "We need the stall - take it somewhere else!";"This is the 500 for &^#(@ sake!"
High: The #18 M&M car leading 88 of 123 laps.
Low: "Jr" clipping another car who spins up the track and slams #18 into the wall and ends the night 41st:
http://msn.foxsports.com/nascar/pgStory?contentId=9224358#sport=NASCAR&photo=9224126
High: People are mighty friendly at the race - even the sober ones!
Low: The six people who broke through the cattle gates they were using to herd us on the buses to Lot #7 last night. I teamed up with my new buddy from New York who was standing in line with us and we threw 'subway' elbows to keep them in check!
High: Waiting patiently in line to get out of parking and taking turns letting folks merge in
Low: The guys in the Mitsubishi who tried to muscle in and didn't let others merge in.
High: A weekend with your brother once a year to laugh, listen to rock 'n roll (loud!), have a few beers, too much to eat, grab some extra sleep in the morning, talk about family, talk about work, talk about woulda-shoulda-coulda's, tell inappropriate jokes, discuss religion, and be able to communicate with hand signals during a NASCAR race.
Low: none that I can think of!
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