The Walker Family Discovers Nascar!

The absolutely most occupying sport of Charlotte, is not Tennis. Although, they do have some of the most beautifully kept courts all over the place. It is Nascar. What is a Nascar? I used to say. Are you American? People go absolutely crazy for Nascar. I could not imagine what the fuss was about that would build, nearly our whole Charlotte economy on a bunch of people watching hotwheels around a track. We live 10 minutes from the track and would kick ourselves on the way to Walmart from time to time when we would forget it was Nascar season and get caught in the race traffic. That is what it meant to us before, we were blessed, amazingly with 8 tickets to the greatest event of our town, Nascar. NASCAR? Yep!
After we picked ourselves up from the floor, from fainting at the generosity of some mysterious person, we were afraid. We don't know how to act at a NASCAR event. At the opera there is a decorum. At the tennis events there is a decorum and, we knew that we didn't know the decorum of Nascar. We googled all of the apropriate Nascar affiliated sites to learn what to dress in and how to act. You must wear jeans and you must be as regular as you know how to be. That is very difficult for a bunch of "Sunday go to meeting Walkers". "This is how we act regular." By the time we got there we were well practiced and ready for Nascar.
We had the very best seats in the house. No matter how practiced at acting regular we were, there were 8 of us and we were, well, "Black". You don't know how black you are until you try to blend in at NASCAR. We were a spectacle, even to ourselves. It was fun, though. We parked near a trailer park group. They were so hospitable and friendly. Evvy said she preferred if we would have stayed with them at the trailers and watched it on tv. They were so fun, they could've made us drink beer. Ha, ha. The sweetest people on the face of the earth. Emily, who was the most against going to NASCAR, said if this was NY we would have had to pay 100 dollars for where we parked.
It is a sound polution pool. If you are squeamish in the subway don't go to NASCAR. It is as though the quiet of this southern lifestyle gets to people and they stick all of the noise into a box and shake it up and it comes out NASCAR. The subway homesickness that I had was abated by the beauty of how they appease their love of noise in one event for the year. I could dig that. It was loud as a year in the subeway. How many laps they started asking, after the first 100 laps? Breathtaking speeds and breathtaking noise and people who can sit, relatively stoicly amidst all of this. How private these people are? I wanted to get up and do the chicken dance, because the concentration became too much. Numbers and car colors and noises whizzing by. I was dizzy, but entertained. That is what I told the children, if you can sit and watch a show on a little box for hours, or participate in the Facebook, like you do, you can enjoy NASCAR. We did! Surprisingly so, all 8 of us, with no paint on our faces enjoyed one thing as a family, even Emily. We were like a big black line in the totally sold out show. It was spectacular and we were part of it, because of somebody being so generous.