In what has become a bit of a tradition, I removed the restrictor plates of sophistication and good taste and made my way over to Texas Motor Speedway for another stirring rendition of the Samsung 500. This time, however, the goings-on were under the bright lights of prime time, and God always intended. So with the help of a seemingly endless supply of Lone Star Beer (thank you “bring in your own ice chest” policy!) and the natural contact high that can only come from rubber and racing fumes, a brief pit-stop into NASCAR ‘neckdom.
Ten laps into the race, and this guy is already in victory lane.