I Got Yer NASCAR Experience Right Here

Guest blog alert! Caster here.  Since Lobshots spends more time chattering about swimsuit models and spiders and tattoos than ice hockey and NASCAR, here’s a modest car racing plug.  Disclosure: I am a NASCAR fan.  I love the strategy.  I love the accessibility for the fans.  I love engines.   If you think it’s easy…cruising around an oval at 200mph an inch from another 2 ton car going 200mph… give it a try.   The Tony Stewarts and Jimmy Johnsons and Russ Wheelers make it look easy.  Last month I drove an actual racecar at California Speedway.   http://www.nascarracingexperience.com  If you have the chance…do it.  You can drive the car solo.  No instructor.  No pace car.  You have to be able to drive stick…annnnnd that’s about it.  All the cars have been driven in actual NASCAR events and subsequently donated to the driving school.  Only difference, engines have rev limiters that put the top speed around 160mph.  Still fast.  Instructors tell you to “stay above the white line, listen to your spotter, no burnouts.  Go.”  The spotters do have an engine kill switch if a driver decides on stupidity.  The instructors casually mention… “Oh, other drivers’ll be out there on the track too.  Your classmates.”  That’s when the maybe-this-isn’t-so-easy feeling creeps in.   Cars are rotated onto the track, so potentially 4 other drivers could be mixing it up with me.   4!  NASCAR has 40 racers, I’m freaking about 4. Waiting in line, I check out my “classmates.”  The diversity of these misfits was….alarming.   I stood behind a 17 yr old girl and in front of a 5’2” 250lbs fella who smelled like roasted corn and looked like the Walrus character from the animated short The Walrus and the Carpenter.  These folks’ll be out there.  Yep.  But maaannn, the smiles on their faces… amazing.  Big honkin’, wide, toothy grins everywhere.  People brought family, everyone taking pics, no masking the excitement.   The mix of anticipation and adrenaline.  The rush.  Intoxicating smell of warming asphalt and race fuel.  It was exhilarating.  Just standing in line and watching driver’s reactions when they exited the car.  Absolutely floating on the crackling thrill of it all, and bursting to explain the sensation of what they’d just done… to the folks who’d been watching what they’d just done. And I got to feel it.  So fortunate.  In the end: Success.  No wrecks.  I got to pass someone at 150mph, and experience the G-force of a 140mph turn on 17-degree banking.   My top speed was higher than my buddy’s top speed.   I’ll not be forgetting to remind him, time to time.

Btw, the nearest city to the track is Rancho Cucamonga, CA.  If you’ve never been, it’s a treat.   Stand on your tippy-toes from anywhere and you can see an Applebees, a Chili’s, a Red Lobster, a TGIFriday, an Olive Garden, and an Outback Steakhouse.  Take.  Your.  Pick.  Fine NASCAR dining.  I’d sell all my appliances and take the fam to dinner…forever.  Other local attractions are high voltage power lines and the constant, maddening drone of Highway 10.

-caster

Good stuff, Caster. Love it. Made me feel like I, too, could actually enjoy NASCAR. Also, Rancho Cucamonga just jumped above Bali on my “next vacation destination” list.

-bp

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21 Responses to I Got Yer NASCAR Experience Right Here

  1. The Black Pearl says:

    THAT, is the infamous commenter called Caster? A raging NASCAR fan? I knew it. That’s why we don’t get along.
    Solid writing though, despite the topic and the roasted corn comment.
    The Black Pearl is ok with more Caster posts… since you asked.

  2. Body. says:

    You look like a natural Cole Trickle in all that gear.

  3. Taylor says:

    Cmon bro. Your car went 1.5 mph faster than mine. But you have to remember I actually drove a real Nascar, the Shell #29. I mean look at this pic of your car, what is that? Oh yah and what they failed to tell you is that your car was actually a remote controlled car. So yes, your instructor in the booth got me by 1.5 mph. You looked good sitting in there posing though.

  4. little caster says:

    “America is all about speed. Hot, nasty, bad-ass speed.” – Eleanor Roosevelt, 1936.

    • bp says:

      i love that there are people that believe eleanor said that…. because ricky bobby said so.

      • little caster says:

        that’s because all non-lobsters know, as Reece Bobby so finely articulates, “The first thing you gotta learn if you’re gonna be a racecar driver, is that you don’t listen to losers like your know-it-all teacher here.”

  5. Taylor says:

    It’s a converted pace car.

  6. jonesy says:

    How much does that shit cost! LOBSHOTS field trip? What say u bp?

    They breathalize you first?

  7. RyDazzle says:

    jonesy stop trying to suck your friends. that’s gross bro.

  8. Greanthumb says:

    Non
    Atheletic
    Sport
    Centered
    Around
    Rednecks

  9. Caster says:

    Athletic*

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