Last weekend was my third time to be invited out to NASCAR by Chevy for some fun time on them. Honestly, the biggest reason I go to NASCAR is to people watch. I mean, can you really blame me? If you have never been to a NASCAR race, then you should be prepared to meet a whole unslue of rednecks dressed anywhere from country-bunkin to late night Walmart shopper to greasy bad boy. I took my good friend, Susan, and we hung out together, first at the Chevy Hospitality area, and then on at the races.
We knew it was going to be fun when the first thing she did was walk in on some guy using a port-o-potty.
Good thing we were both looped out on Dr Pepper or we both would have been embarrassed.
But first before we went people watching I had to get my mug taken with the Hamburger Helper guy. I mean, that brought back many memories of living in Sapulpa, Oklahoma when the only thing my stepmother knew how to make was just that. Or at least I never saw her make anything else.
There was also the Toyota area. I swear Toyotas just get uglier the more they make them:
I invited several people out to the races, and was excited when Candance from Crazy Texas Mommy was able to make it with her boyfriend NJ. Y’all go check out her rants now will ya?
Now on to the people watching.
When going to any NASCAR race, be sure to watch out for at least a dozen of these:
And no, I am not making fun of him in the motorized scooter. It’s the fact that he’s wearing basketball clothes at a NASCAR race.
This would be that bad boy I was talking about earlier:
The bad thing about people watching is that sometimes you get caught:
Not that these two would have noticed, but that is neither here nor there:
Another thing I would like to point out in the above image is the slogan on the police car, “Where the West Begins.” Which basically means if I hear another Yankee try to tell me that Dallas is the Southwest, then I am going to have to slap him silly. Southwest = adobe houses and crappy roads. I believe you dont see any of those until you get to New Mexico, but that is neither here nor there also.
This dude is lucky my lens wouldn’t focus:
Amber, a very gifted mechanic who is graduates in another month, and her sister:
Stephen Southwell from WhosPlayin.com and his friend Dad:
Of course at any NASCAR race at Texas Motor Speedway there is always at least one Too Proud of Texas guy. If that is even possible.
Thanks Chevy for a great time at the races!
Be sure to read my other stories from NASCAR with Chevy!
Disclosure: Chevy paid for my NASCAR tickets.