in North Carolina is that its everywhere. You just can't avoid it. People say that its gone more "upscale" in the past five years, but the majority of the "sport" still revolves around drinking and throwing fried chicken bones at whichever driver has fallen out of favor.
My bitterness is probably coming from our new neighbors. We just had one of the NASCAR teams move in next door with a shop and some kind of museum to one of their "legendary drivers." If you've never heard an un-muffled 600 HP engine revving at 9,000 RPM, I don't recommend it - especially during working hours.
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