I don't know what it is about racing, but I really enjoy going to the track. The
combination of all the cars racing, the smell of the smoking tires in the burn out lane, and
the adrenaline that flows through your body as the cars line up just does it for me.
Watching the cars going down the quarter mile of black pavement at a high rate of speed
simply amazes me.
There are so many different cars at the track racing. From a 1970 Chevelle to a
brand new 2003 Corvette, and sometimes if your lucky there is a full blown dragster there
qualifying for a big race coming up. I really like walking up and down the staging lanes
looking at all the cars with their gleaming paint jobs and their black, super wide drag
racing slicks. Some of the motors in these cars are simply magnificent.
They're all chromed
up and so clean that you can eat off of them. Just looking at one of these bad boys isn't as
much fun as actually seeing them taking off down the track. I can't imagine what it would
be like to be inside one of them when racing.
The next best thing is the burn out. It's so cool to see the cars that you just looked
at come up and do a burn out. The best part is when a car does its burn out and the pale
white billowing smoke virtually makes the car disappear. The more smoke there is the
better it is. Doing a burn out serves more of a purpose than a show of smoke. It heats up
the tires to the point that it sticks to the pavement giving it unbelievable traction for the
launch off the line.
When a car...