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Blood Poisoning. In true House on the Prairie style, Kyle compares running the family Nascar team to having kids: 'When Adam was born, everybody in the world wanted to babysit him. You could set him out in your front yard, set a sign beside him and people would stop by and want to babysit him. Then Austin came along and they didn't come no more, it was only family would babysit. Then you get three and you don't have no family any more. Down in deepest Alabama nearly everyone reveres the No 3, the man in black, the Intimidator, the winningest driver at Talladega, and seven times Winston champion, Dale Earnhardt.
His fans wear replica shirts, daub their pick-ups with praise, and at odd intervals shout 'Yee-har'. The object of their affection, think a rough Tom Selleck, is late for qualifying because he's been turkey shooting.
They are not so fond of pretty boy Jeff Gordon, three times champion in the past five years. Out in the infield, Jim Coulter, 'my grandfather 16 generations removed was King George the Third', has placed a toilet next to his Winnebago with a picture of Gordon on the upturned seat and a sign saying 'Donations here, please'.
The Chigger Ridge Gang, Hanceville, Alabama have turned up in a school bus with a Confederate flag flying from the top, and an effigy of Gordon hanging from a noose on the side. The consensus is that Jeff is too fancy for his own good. He's from Pittsboro, Indiana. Truth be told, though, the weekend is less about drivers or their cars and all about breasts.
Here's how it plays: you buy a bundle of beads from the Wal-Mart for a couple of pennies; you write 'Show us Tits' on a bit of cardboard and hang it on your caravan; you sit next to the sign and every time a woman comes by you throw her some beads and holler 'titties'. If you're luck's really in, she'll lift her top. Down by the South Tunnel to the accompaniment of 'All Right Now' by Free, a 5ft 2in, lb woman with dyed blonde hair struggles to lift her T-shirt in front of an over-appreciative crowd of plus.
One scrawny kid cannot contain himself: 'I'll say right now, buddy, them the motherfucking best titties I ever did see. Any women.
Perhaps they send them off to the Driver's Wives section of their favourite magazine. A local folk song starts 'Way down in Alabama where the bullshit lies thick The girls are so pretty that the babies come quick' and refers to a man riding his trusty steed with, 'one hand on my pistol, one hand on my balls'.
It is apt. Most of the men spend the entire weekend clutching their dicks perhaps fearful that it they let go for an instant their equipment might drop off. The hot afternoon goes on with everyone chugging Bud and hurling beads. It is indicative that the most, or rather only, sensible conversation I have is with a woman from Atlanta wearing a large strap-on dildo. She is 'letting loose and having a good time'.
She is about to talk about the adult fun to be had at 'Dega when we are interrupted: Adolescent bearing beads: 'Show me your titties. No man. Show me titties, you got 'em right there on your body.
But I doubt that's what Penske has in mind. The race, which no one watches, is won by Joe Nemechek in a Chevvy. He is presented with a chainsaw. The arrangement is to meet The Bullet at his cousin Jim's shack. Fine if you can remember the whereabouts of cousin Jim's shack. He a coloured? Even Governor George Wallace took up bi-racial politics in But Talladega is not a good advertisement.
Out of a crowd of , a dozen are black and they look bemused. People walk around wearing T-shirts advising, 'National Association for Advancement of Coloured People - If you can't feed them, don't breed them'. In my own sweet time I make it to Cousin Jim's. The Bullet is sitting next to Tony on the front porch and saying, 'When those two English guys going to show up? Praise the Lord. At the track, the hangovers have kicked in. The night before there were three fist fights and four people were run over.
Sad, fat, young country boys sit on the steps of their caravans looking wistfully at their string of beads. Others are crashed out in the back of their pick-up trucks. Thankfully, Barefoot is up and about and serving Bloody Marys from the back of his tattered rig.
What happens in Talladega stays in Talladega. Who will they be pulling for? He's a butt-hole when giving autographs and needs to come off that, but we've watched him come up. But first the preliminaries. Not even a minute. Not a twitch. Although even a non-driver cannot fail to be excited by the sight of plus cars, many three or four abreast, all within feet of each other, caning it round the track at speeds in excess of mph.
All of this taking place in front of a mile-long and a foot high grandstand seating more than , fans and around an infield housing tens of thousands more. The noise, the cars, the action. There is drama from the off when Dale Earnhardt Jnr brakes recklessly trying to avoid crashing into his daddy and phuts his engine. Then the race settles down into its familiar pattern. Cars going round and round. The commentator providing 'live coverage brought to you by Goody's headache powder the official sponsor of Nascar', screams: 'If this isn't typical Talladega racing I don't know what you would call it, Ladies and Gentlemen.
Picture yourself in rush-hour traffic down the town you live, driving along bumper to bumper as fast as you can possibly comprehend and everyone's trying to get past you and nobody's getting hurt.
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