NASCAR Observations

Seriously -
I can appreciate NASCAR fans.
They are as rabid about racing as I am about baseball.

Drivers in cars worth millions of dollars
Driving at speeds that exceed 200 MPH
Drinking milk or Pepsi or Motor Oil, as long as it's what their sponsors want them to drink
It really is an American phenomenon.

I just don't get it.

For three hours (or 20 if there are potholes that they have to fill in. Potholes? Seriously?)
Cars go around a track
Sometimes they pull into their pit to change tires and get gas.
Sometimes they run out of gas.
Sometimes they crash.
People are all trying to go faster than each other.
Some stupid guy sits in the left lane when another guy wants to pass.

I can sit on the shoulder of 94 and 35W and see the same thing.



Julia had some interesting questions as we fondued Sunday night while the Daytona 500 droned on and on and on...

Julia: Dad, how much longer is this going to go on?
Joe: There are 39 laps left.
Julia: Are they going to keep going around in that circle?
Joe: Yes. That's what they do when they race.
Julia: Well how many circles do they have to do? Like 50?
Joe: No, more like 200.
Julia: 200? Why would anyone want to sit and watch them do this 200 times?


Apparently she understands NASCAR like I understand NASCAR.
Like mother, like daughter.