Sunday, I took Kevin to the NHRA nationals at Norwalk raceway park. It was his bithday present from me. First, we had awesome seats, right in line with the tree and the weather was perfect. Drag racing is fun and it is even more fun when they are nitro cars....these cars literally shake your entire body and make it difficult to take a breath when they rush past you at 200mph. It's crazy!
One of my other favorite things to do at the races is watch people. You see some real treasures there...60 year old women with skin like a leather handbag wearing a belly shirt and short shorts, complete with belly ring; the typical race fan with 3 teeth dispersed amongst the whole family; the douche bag with white sunglasses, tribal tattoo, and plaid board shorts; and the "drag whore" the 16 year old running around in practically no clothing, with knee high boots, who runs up and down the stands the entire race. It's funny to watch all the people. Makes the down time between heats bearable.
I am fried to a crisp though. My paleness was not on my side when I had to sit in the bright sun for 12 hours. I put on sunblock at least 8 times, but I'm still well toasted...and by toasted, I mean I look like a lobster. Oh well. It was worth it. I got to meet my drag race hotty, the crew cheif for Del Worsham...Aaron Brooks. I think he's dreamy in a 1950's drag racer way...with a full sleeve of tattoos, the big black sunglasses, and cool, calm personality. I was like a 13year old when he smiled at me. I melted...my husband laughed. Im such a dork. This picture doesn't do him justice..he looks uptight and kinda dorky here. Oh well.