August is crunch time for a South Texas cotton farm. Rarely is it prudent to make plans for anything at all, much less leaving the state for a quick trip. Earlier in the crop it seemed like we might be finished picking, so Jon and I made plans to go to home at the end of August to attend the Bristol night race with Karen and Mack.
Finished picking cotton? Hahhahahaha - nope. Not done. Not sure when we'll be done. Over 13 inches of rain on defoliated cotton will really make a mess of any plans one has.
But to Tennessee we went.
I have never been to a Nascar race, but I did grow up in the South. I knew there would be a ton or two of people there. The racetrack holds 160,000. I know the stereotype of the typical Nascar fan - a "bit" on the redneck side. I knew Dale Jr. has a whole slew of fans willing to follow him to the death.
What I did not know?
Shirts are optional.
Mullets are still the rage with a certain segment of the population.
Mullets can come in his and her varieties.
I had a lovely, albeit too short visit with Vanessa and her family, and got to meet her new little Lia. Vanessa's husband, Jerome, used the word "anthropological" and Nascar in the same sentence. After attending both the
Busch Nationwide race Friday and the Cup race Saturday and soaking in all the goodness and redneckness that was far East Tennessee and beyond, I see his point. A cultural study indeed.
The pictures will have to be later. I am tired. Two early mornings getting back in the swing of school has taken its toll.