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I found an article (oddly enough on the British site Daily Mail) about the old North Wilkesboro Speedway. And, if you know me, I’ve never really given two poos about NASCAR, even when I watched it, it was really just to pass time.  I don’t understand it, don’t understand the appeal, I mean, and don’t care to understand it.  It bores me to tears (almost literally to tears).  Eugene has to defend himself when it comes to people trying to convince him to watch basketball or (gasp!) soccer. I think what he really means but doesn’t say is that he doesn’t want to spend any time getting to know it.  He has no interest; could NOT care less.  I feel the exact same way about NASCAR.  I don’t want to know anything about it, I’ve tried it, there’s nothing appealing about it at all, to me. So if we tell you we don’t care about it, please (yes I said, “please”) leave us alone about it.

So that being said, I have been to races before.  I was at the very last Oakwood Homes 500 (now the Bank of America 500) in 1988. I sat 13 rows up directly behind the start/finish line.  I got the full experience. From the tire deluge in my hair and skin to the suntan to the not being able to hear anything afterwards (even with earplugs).  I saw the idiot drunkards acting a fool in front of everyone and that was the highlight of that trip, other than I was sitting with my girlfriend.  She was nice.

I then attended (much later) a Coca-Cola 600 with my father.  He was a huge fan of NASCAR but once Dale Earnhardt passed away, he kind of fell off the “fanatic” aspect. Anywhat! We had purchased a lot of dump trucks that had Caterpillar Engines and we were invited to sit in the luxury box with them to “enjoy” the race.  Well, ma pere is a teetotaler and doesn’t drink and out of respect, I don’t generally drink in front of him. So other than the food, I didn’t get the full experience, but it wouldn’t have mattered because the race was still going on.  I couldn’t wander about, really and was bored out of my mind.  Therefore I sat with binoculars and watched all the hot ladies in the infield.  That was the highlight of the whole trip.  That was just terrible.


North Wilkesboro Speedway (photo by Seph Lawless)

My family used to sponsor a driver at the local track, Bowman Gray Stadium. So I would go every once in a while with friends.  This was just before I was old enough to drink so I didn’t get THAT experience.  That brings me to the purpose of the post and the subject of the article, North Wilkesboro Speedway. I never saw a “Cup” race there but I did see an “all-star” race that featured (from what I can remember) BGS and other regional track’s drivers.  I did notice that there was an intimacy that you got at NWS that I never felt whilst at Charlotte Motor Speedway. I mean I didn’t care anything about the race but the venue was quaint, which I understand isn’t a very “masculine” term for such a “manly” thing but it’s me and I’m not known for the correct pairing very well.

The point I’m making is that whilst I’d rather eat dirt with a side of pig excrement than ever watch a NASCAR event, I’m glad that I got to see something that means or meant so much to those who are the connoisseurs of the events. Fans of it and its drivers are loyal not only to the drivers but the sponsors that brand them, passionate about the “sport” and are at times rabid about it. Good.

The pictures and video are sad and eerie, as is anything of the like. Peruse them, reminisce, sigh or don’t. It’s a good read and even this loather of NASCAR enjoyed the article.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

“The obsessions of others are opaque to the unobsessed, and thus easy to mock. NASCAR, jazz, baseball, roses, poetry, quilts, fishing. If we’re lucky, we all have at least one.” – Roberta Smith