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I've been so sick with some swine flu kinda nasty, fever having, stuffy thing. I had three days off and spent all of them being totally miserable. The weeks before that were awesome though.

You guys know I secretly love nascar, maybe because it's ironic but mostly because it's awesome.... Well we got to see our favorite drivers in a charity race in an audience full of authentic rednecks, totally sweet! Then we won tickets to the big race & we got to ride around the track in a pace car. I would have thought I could handle driving fast in a car turning left for several hundred laps but we did 3 laps going between 70-90 mph around the track (a fraction of what the drivers really do) and I felt a little woozy. It was pretty awesome though.

There are seriously a lot of over weight, sweaty, mullet havin', white trash at these things. It's so weird when you think about how glamorous the lives of the drivers and owners in the sports really are with their commercial filmings, photo ops, plastic wives, multi-million dollar mansions and various car collections. And somehow these people still think they're just like them. It's actually really funny to me. And all the more ironic that I'm totally into it.

Here's some pictures.

This is South Side Speedway, the tiny track where Denny Hamlin's charity race was. We had to sit in really uncomfortable bleacher seats way too close to very drunk people but it was still a good time & fun to be able to see how the drivers drive up close and just seeing the old late model cars.

After the race poked around the infield and looked at the cars. This is me being stoked and Cameron looking kind of creepy trying to conceal his tattoos and stretched ears. I'm pretty sure there was a really drunk old redneck with a small child that kept calling him a hippy or more inadvertantly saying something like 'the only good hippy's a dead hippy' repeatedly. I guess maybe because he has a big bushy beard? Or maybe it was his sweatshirt... I don't know but I just ignored the guy and gave him the benefit of the doubt that he was having some 'nam flashback or he had some form of trailer trash tourettes syndrome that drove him to repeat closed minded staements about people who are different. I don't think Cameron even was aware of this.

Tony Stewart's banged up prelude to the dream #14 car. I love Tony Stewart, he's my favorite.

Ol' Rowdy Busch tore up Southside. He's got a terrible attitude but he can drive the wheels off those cars, and I'd probably bet any car. It was fun to see him drive up close and personal.

dun-da-da-dun! RIR the big track.... early on saturday morning before anyone else was in the stands.

Eww double jointed! In front of the massive grand stands with my fanny pack, my boyfriend jeans (they're actually skinny jeans I'm just that small), my aviators and of course the dunks.

Cameron in the pits, he likes Kyle Busch and he called the winner!

we got nervous toward the end, it was very exciting and really really loud! Sounds like 50 screaming t-rexes charging at you every time they go around.

The parking lot at night after the race. I don't know what this face is about but I look awful because we got rained on for the better part of the day. It was awesome.