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February 10, 2004 #
Countdown to the Great American Race, Daytona 500: 5 days. The biggest race of the NASCAR season is also its first on the schedule. This week The Other Page explores the country's growing obsession with stock car racing, Dale Earnhardt Jr's appearances in television commercials, and big ol' smelly rednecks who bathe in tubs of Busch Light.  On the road between Columbia, SC and the Darlington Raceway you find stuff like this. One nasty coondog caged up and ready to bust some ass-car. This horrific picture tour of the Bootyful South continues below. I've gone to NASCAR races in Darlington, SC twice and both weekends were like reliving all 4 (or 5) years of college -- in 72 hours. Race day is Sunday so one's body is usually numb to the pain it should be feeling from the events leading up to this morning. If it's not, that's when we consult our traveling doctor. "What are these?" "Just take them." "What will they do to me?" "Make you feel better." "Oh." Can't really argue with that logic, and the man apparently has some kind of medical degree. Optometry I think, what's that again, colon specialist? Anyway, here's the good doctor prescribing MORE...of everything. MORE, ask for it by name.  Yep, the redbirds next to us are hanging what you think it is. My friend John prepped me on what to expect before the race started: "When the cars come around the track full speed on the first lap you're gonna feel something you haven't experienced before..." "Uh-huh." "...the roar of those engines will pulsate through your body and the sound of gods yelling will make you feel holy!!" "Wow, and then??" "And then, well, then it's gonna be really fuckin' loud for the next four hours. Get some beer."  Indeed. One dented roof and too many frat guys.  The Supremely Southern Cocktail Hour.  Obviously the drugs are wearing off and she now realizes where we brought her.  On the otherhand, this one lives trackside year-round.  If this was a race, and it was actually, then this guy finished in first.  The ceremonial storming of the track for souvenir debris...  and "we're so white trash let's just leap to our death" photos. Archives "The Other Page" powered by Removable Hype. RSS. Copyright © 2003 La Otra Página, Inc. All nights observed. Feel free to email "info(at)krucoff.com" for questions, comments, stock tips, and family gossip. |
