Food City 500
Now being a resident of the Tri-Cities, Clint and I joked that it might be a good thing to be able to say that we actually went to at least one race. However, I was not about to pay anything for tickets, yet alone $94 (which was the price of the cheap seats). On Friday, Clint called me and told me that he had scored some free tickets from Pepsi, who happened to be a sponsor. At that point, I had to decide if I was really serious about going or not. Well, I wasn’t really crazy about all the traffic and I’m not a NASCAR fan. But I am not one to turn down anything free. I thought if anything, we would have a heck of a time “people watching.” And that we did my friends!! It was the largest crowd of rednecks I have ever seen. Now please don’t get me wrong, not all were rednecks and really there isn’t anything wrong with the sport. I grew up listening to the races Sunday afternoons in my dad’s pick-up truck.
That being said I would like to share some memorable experiences from the Food City 500:
1) No matter what event (or how off key), hearing the National Anthem always brings a tear to my eye—include 2 paratroopers parachuting down to the track, pretty awesome!
2) It’s hard to grasp just how fast the cars are actually going until you see it in person—Holy Cow (And how dang loud they are!)
3) I’ll admit, the whole time you are watching, you are waiting to see a crash! Thankfully, none were serious at this race.
Top 5 even more memorable moments:
1) I lost track of my “mullet count” even before we entered the stadium
2) Clint and I had to be the only ones without a cooler full of beer and baloney sandwiches
3) Lady in bathroom washing her hands with a beer can on the sink and cig dangling off her lip
4) Drunken fan leaving the stadium with a cooler bigger than him walking perfectly straight and keeping it together until he passes the cops then staggered (and almost feel on me) the rest of the way.
5) And last but certainly not least: Shirtless man with the number 88 shaved into his chest hair screaming for Dale Jr. (too bad I didn’t have the camera ready for that one!)
Thanks to Clint for being my race date and laughing the whole time with me! It was an experience I’m sure I won’t soon forget!