I’ve got NASCAR practice on Fox Sports 1 behind me right now as I write this. I’m listening, but more than that I’m feeling.
There is an amazing sound to NASCAR that even comes through on your TV or Radio if you’ll let it. The rhythm of the motors as they sing around the track. Well, unless it is one of TRG’s old engines and then it sounds like a junior high orchestra tuning-up. Even that has a particular lilt to it.
One of the things I love about NASCAR are the sounds and sights. They give you a total sensory experience. From the decals on the cars to the hum of the generators in the campground, it all adds up and contributes to an experience unlike any other in sports.
You never know what you’ll see at the track.
When I can’t make it to the track, TV reminds me a little of what it’s like to be there for several days camping with friends, cooking, eating, eating, cooking and drinking. OK. Maybe drinking made it a little late on the list. As much as any of the particulars from the races I’ve attended over the years I remember the sights and sounds as much as anything.
For my friends who aren’t into NASCAR ( yes, they exists ) I tell them you can’t truly appreciate everything there is to enjoy about the sport unless you actually go to a race. I liken it to hockey. My hockey friends used to tell me the same thing in the early 90’s. They were right.
I didn’t get hockey, I didn’t play it growing up and until I was an adult had never seen a game in person. When I did it changed everything.
Hockey doesn’t translate to TV. At all. NASCAR faces a bit of the same problem I think. There is so much going on over such a spread out area all transpiring at crazy speed and at a volume your TV doesn’t have it’s impossible to any network to deliver it in its full glory.
That’s why I say you’ve got to be there at least once to understand what you’re missing when you’re not there!
So, as I sit here on a Saturday waiting for things to dry out on the farm I’ve got the sounds of NASCAR going on behind me. In my mind I’m at a campground at Texas Motor Speedway. I hope somebody iced down the beer. . .