A week or so ago, Tim used the "Jedi Mind Trick" to rustle us up some tickets to the Pepsi 400. Was I ever excited! I couldn't wait to hang out with a bunch of cigarette smoking, tobacco chewing, cousin kissing rednecks.
Tim's not much on encouraging anyone to do anything with him. If you want to go, go. If not, Tim won't push. With that in mind, I debated my choice. I could go and watch a bunch of good old boys turn left until they fell over dizzy, or I could stay home and write another beer review. Since Tim and I had written one the night prior to the race, I decided to tag along with Tim and his dad.
Sunday morning, Tim, his Dad, and I, headed to Brooklyn Michigan, the home of Michigan International Speedway. Tim's dad was concerned that we didn't leave early enough. He thought we'd get stuck in traffic. Tim was sure that all we'd miss was the classic, "Gentleman, start your engines!" and a few warm up laps. I wasn't too concerned. I was eager to see if my prejudices were correct.
Thanks to a complete lack of road signs, we missed our turn and almost drove into Jackson. (Greg will never admit it was his fault! T.) I was concerned now because I was tired of sitting in a car and not driving. We found our turn on our way back, and we all anticipated heavy traffic. After all, this race draws 150,000 plus Nascar maniacs each year.
Much to our suprise, there wasn't any traffic. It was very eerie as we drove through Cement City. Side streets were blocked off with signs that said, "No Race Traffic." There wasn't any, though. No people, no cars, there wasn't a soul in sight. I felt like Shaggy in a Scooby-Doo adventure.