Mile High Nationals

Yesterday I went to Bandimere Speedway for Mile High Nationals time trials. A better time could not be had. I don't know why but I love this shit but I do. It energizes me. I love checking out the cars and all the custom work and to hear the engines and smell the exhaust. Somebody raced a Chevy Citation! Couple pickup trucks, too. This was, of course, before the pros in their funny cars and top fuel racers. NOISY! It's like what standing next to a jet at takeoff would be. It's LOUD and the concussion from the engine firing up at the starting line is incredible. (That's where we sat - at the starting line.) You can feel it through your whole body. It's kinda scary.
The variety of people that events like these draw is interesting. Lots of mullets, tattoos, bad fashion and breasts. The breast display I can understand. Hell, my 34Bs were out there, too. You figure cars = guys = women and their boobs. Sounds so shallow but it's true!!