Footage from our October trip to Charlotte for BoJangle's Pole Night. ( more family friendly than a real race)
Included is the "real" Transformer-ish vehicle Robosaurus. It "ate" a car, then set the car ( and the field) on fire.
Chandler pulled for Dale Jr. , Clay pulled for Gordon. Fisher pulled for both of them and the transformer. Logan just tried to stay warm and I found the "bucket of fries" concession stall to be my favorite event, opting for Ranch seasoning with a sprinkling of malt vinegar.
After the trivial pole events had passed, the serious racing began- junk cars pulling boat trailers followed by a few rousing laps between junked school buses... boogedy boogedy, as they say.
We drove from Savannah to Charlotte and got out of our car dressed completely wrong for the air up there... it was chilly to say the least. Everyone got a souvenir as a result- in order to try and stay warm ( forget gas money to get back home... give me a shirt and a cup of coffee please!)
As with most sporting events, I took the opportunity(s) to venture from the stands and stroll about a bit, watching folks and eating things as I went.
My favorite observation was that- thus far- Nascar is the only event I have attended where the line to the men's room far exceeds the wait to the ladies' loo.
Maybe it's because there are more men than women at Nascar events, but it seemed an even draw to me.
I personally think it has something to do with their Bubba friendly "Bring-your-own-cooler-heck-bring-a-*keg" policy, but that's just me.
Included is the "real" Transformer-ish vehicle Robosaurus. It "ate" a car, then set the car ( and the field) on fire.
Chandler pulled for Dale Jr. , Clay pulled for Gordon. Fisher pulled for both of them and the transformer. Logan just tried to stay warm and I found the "bucket of fries" concession stall to be my favorite event, opting for Ranch seasoning with a sprinkling of malt vinegar.
After the trivial pole events had passed, the serious racing began- junk cars pulling boat trailers followed by a few rousing laps between junked school buses... boogedy boogedy, as they say.
We drove from Savannah to Charlotte and got out of our car dressed completely wrong for the air up there... it was chilly to say the least. Everyone got a souvenir as a result- in order to try and stay warm ( forget gas money to get back home... give me a shirt and a cup of coffee please!)
As with most sporting events, I took the opportunity(s) to venture from the stands and stroll about a bit, watching folks and eating things as I went.
My favorite observation was that- thus far- Nascar is the only event I have attended where the line to the men's room far exceeds the wait to the ladies' loo.
Maybe it's because there are more men than women at Nascar events, but it seemed an even draw to me.
I personally think it has something to do with their Bubba friendly "Bring-your-own-cooler-heck-bring-a-*keg" policy, but that's just me.
*all kegs must be made of shatter proof material