It's a Drag
Admiring the show cars that littered the streets of Kansas City last weekend was as close as I've been to a NASCAR event. It wasn't supposed to be that way. I was in the pole position for a perfectly fulfilling life of a tobacco-chewing, metal-listening, bowling-obsessed grease monkey when a parental intervention at the awkward age of fifteen tore those things away from me. I'll never know that victory lane.