
The feel of horse power. The scream of the fans. The smell of exhaust.
At one point I closed my eyes listening (btw with ear plugs), smelling, and adsorbed just being there. Then I proceeded to scream my lungs out as Montoya passed Jeff, then stared in confusion as Tony was in 20th place.
I do admit to urging bad things to happen to a few cars. Nothing horrible but just … a missed shift on a restart or something. Sadly this didn’t happen.
Watching how good Earnhardt Jr.’s car was early on, I was really hoping for a good race for them. The Team just seems to get themselves into scenarios not their own fault. I was really sad to see them involved in a red flag crash.
Of course my birthday buddy won.
Good times.
Now some pictures.
Walking pit road...









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