Is it Speed Week yet? Humor is the medicine that can help us make it through. Today- we once again check in the with that lovely and talented wit- Miss Mustang Jackie- who has a confession to make:
“I have a confession to make to all you. I am inflicted with a terrible disease. It’s name is “Nascaritis” . It comes and goes, but it usually hits me the hardest around mid-Febuary and continues till around the end of November.
But even mild excitement can cause recurrences, such as receiving a NASCAR item as a Christmas gift. Even watching a movie such as “Days Of Thunder” or “Talladega Nights” can cause temporary setbacks.
Some of the more severe aspects of the disease is your heart swelling with pride during the opening ceremonies of a NASCAR race when the National Anthem is being sung. And a tingling sensation down your back when you hear “Green!! Green!! Green!!” starting the first lap.
Sometimes, a sudden deep breath will accompany the sight of the “Big One” coming out of turn 4. And ocassionally, numbness will creep down your legs caused by the involuntary sitting on the edge of your seat when your favorite driver threads his way through lapped traffic toward the front. Your voice may become hoarse from yelling at your not so favorite driver putting your favorite driver into the wall.
But perhaps the worse symptom is the sudden and violent jumping up and down when your favorite driver wins the race, which is sometimes accompanied with your eyes getting wet from joy.
So yes, I have “Nascaritis” and damn proud of it!!! ”
Good thing Jackie’s a Carl Edwards fan.
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How bad do I have it? I’m spending a lot of time just staring at the garage cams.
I am reminded of a decal which the NHRA Safety Safari has posted on their headquarters trailer, which reads…
“Inside this trailer lives a disease for which there is no cure – drag racing.”
The same can be said of any facet of motorsports.
How bad do I have it? Let’s put it this way. I received email and regular mail about the possibility of purchasing Bristol season tickets. Two years ago I’d have jumped all over it, gladly flying coast to coast. They both went into the trash.
If it wasn’t to support my ‘local’ track, I’d probably drop them too; the racing is sooooo bad with the COT.
When ‘NASCAR’ comes back to take the place of this pale imitation ‘New NASCAR’, I’ll be back too.