Bev's Journal Continues |
| 11 June 2002 Beech Bend Campground Bowling Green KY Wouldn't you think that the last thing anyone would want to do on a sultry summer night would be to go watch hot cars go around a track? And the noise was so loud that we stuck plugs of kleenix tissue in our ears to avoid going deaf. However, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves at the stock car races last night. Like a lot of effete, intellectual snobs, I used to think that people mostly went to the races to see a crash, but there's a lot more to it. It seemed like everybody knew each other, for one thing, and there was a lot of socializing in the stands. The kids sitting next to us, for example, for rooting for their dad to win, and when #66 came in first, they all ran down to the winner's circle to have their picture taken. |
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| Now, this isn't NASCAR - the sponsers are mostly the local auto shops and wrecker services -- not Budweiser and Goodyear. They don't have real fancy equipment to do, for example, random alcohol abuse testing of the drivers before a race. Instead, the cars all line up, and the track manager comes down, sticks his head into each car and smells the driver's breath. If he thinks he smells booze, they're out. And he did kick one of the drivers out that night. The sheriff and his officers were on hand to arrest the guy and take him in for booking. Just as well, since he started a fight. |
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| The Breath-A-Lizer Test (Ugh! Gosh! Phooey!) |
| Family Man - No. 66, Junior Henson, and his youngest accept the cheers of the crowd for a superior driving performance. |
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One of the more colorful RVers we've met so far plied his trade near the racetrack. |