I went to the track last night, for my first and perhaps last time.
It is a scene. First of all, there is no age limit to get in, so there were all these teenagers walking around acting like they were adults. In particular, there were the overly made up Southern girls and the indescribably loud Southern frat boy types.
The power and speed of the horses makes its presence known only in the last few seconds of the race. Then it's over. I guess at least NASCAR treats you to that experience hundreds of times in a race.
The pageantry, the silly clothing, the guy who based his look on Larry the Cable Guy, the inevitable lost bets... It was fun. But it was not the sort of fun that left me eager to come back for more. You'd have to be pretty good at betting and understanding the horses to make it engaging. Otherwise, it just felt like putting dollar bills in a shredder.
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