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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Gheorghe Does NASCAR

This iPhone panoramic photo ain't too shabby. Good work, me.


Saturday night, courtesy of @MaloneHugo, I attended my first NASCAR race, the Federated Auto Parts 400 at Richmond International Raceway. I had a fantastic time, and would happily go to another race in the future, specifically a night race, because oh my god would I melt and die if I had to sit in the stands during a day race (albino Teej and the sun's deadly rays don't play nice together).

[This post was mainly composed yesterday, when I was not massively hungover, but now I am, which means, even less text than I anticipated. OOOH PRETTY PICTURES.]

Richmond is 90 miles from where I live. It took us three and a half hours to get to a tailgate spot - in an industrial park. Hugo wasn't fucking around, and had the tailgate table below up in less than two minutes. He even brought me ketchup. #Bromance #Swoon

Hugo did not mess around with this tailgate, even though it was just the two of us.
Just call me Teej Heston.
We had great seats - 15 rows up from the track. NASCAR is by far the most fan-friendly sport around - you can bring a cooler in with whatever you want. My cooler has 15 Bud Lights. I drank 5 or so. It was heavy. People get shitfaced, but guess what, they don't get in dumbass fights. They're friendly. They like their particular driver, but they don't try to punch the guy wearing a Kyle Bush shirt in the face. Oh, they also like to take said shirts off. Shirtlessness is a way of life at these races, it seems. But only for the dudes. For shame.

Fans just chillin with the drivers, an hour before the race. Absurd.
I took two pictures of pit row. No, I don't know why.
Our seats were pretty phenomenal, 15 rows up between the Start/Finish line and Turn 1.
It's NASCAR, so you've gotta have a guy parachute in with an American flag. Thanks, Obama.

This is not Weenie. But he did this exact same thing Friday night at the Nationwide race.
I'm pretty sure it is a requirement to have a flyover at a NASCAR race. However, folks were very disappointed these were simply bomber planes, not jet fighters.
I could have a year's worth of "Fashion is Dumb" posts from this race. Below, find just a few choice pics.

Yeah, the guy in front of me was rockin' this Duck Dynasty shirt. proudly.
It's hard to see, but that is an inflatable Cheez-It sombrero. I was quite jealous.

Girls, you're missing half your shirts.
Went to s state fair, and a NASCAR race broke out.
Longest line of the night, which I gleefully stood in while pounding a Bud Light.
Deep fried cookie dough is still the top dog, but these deep fried Oreos are a solid #2 seed.

FAN OF THE NIGHT

It's a shame I didn't get a better pic, because this dude was fan of the night. That "hat" actually lit up.

IT'S REALLY LOUD - this was my attempt to capture the loudness of the race. Seriously, when those cars first fly by, your entire body shakes. I eschewed ear plugs for a walkman, attempting to listen to the race on the radio. I could barely hear the broadcast. My right ear has still not recovered.



Sorry this post was delayed. And that it lacks substance. I'm tired. I've forgotten half the shit I wanted to include in this post.
Anyone have some Advil?