Last Friday I went on a date to the drag races. I'm not sure why I agreed because I had no idea what I would be in for. It was LOUD. We sat front and center - I got hearing damage and black flecks of rubber all over my bod. Awesome.
Let's talk about the type of crowd the drag races attracts -
the mullet, and the see through shirt with the black bra; a match made in Heaven
Americans love free stuff. They were all trying to get the weird bobcat/wolf/mountain lion looking mascot to shoot the T-shirt gun at them. I was nearly knocked over by a child scrambling after a glow stick
I tried to get more photos of the attendees but my date was slightly horrified that I was taking their pictures in the first place, so I abstained. Unfortunately. I saw LOTS of flesh. I wish I had the words to expound on the word LOTS but that will have to suffice until I'm smarter. Most people walked around with a beer in each hand with their kid wandering around somewhere behind them. It was a great night for people watching. I wish I got more pictures!
Next time. Yeah right! There won't be a next time.