I was never a NASCAR fan, in fact I was a person who thought it was one of the dumbest thing ever. I mean come on...hours and hours of left turns...AWESOME! The day I stopped nay-saying NASCAR was the day I went and witnessed first hand the chaotic wonder of a live NASCAR event. During the two summer races that take place at the track located in the middle of nowhere, the crowd exceeds that of the Super Bowl attendance. People freak out for this racing stuff. It is truly an awesome sight to behold. Television does it absolutely no justice. It is pretty cool.

While there I had a pass called a hot pass. This little laniard contained something that alot of NASCAR fans would pawn their fake teeth for! I got to walk around and take pictures for the radio station. I saw Jeff Gordon, one of the most polarizing figures of the sport in front of a ton of photographers outside of his hauling trailer. I tried to get a picture but couldn't do it. There was a guy who had apparently sworn off any kind of cardio right in front of me, acting as a living, breathing, human wall.

An hour or so later, I need to use the restroom. While walking toward the facility in the media area, I noticed directly to my right a little man in a bright uniform walking briskly. It was Jeff Freakin' Gordon. I didn't have my camara which made me angry. He was a little guy, but I suppose that's how he goes so fast!