One of the most exciting experiences I've ever had was my first time to watch Nascar at Texas Motor Speedway. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon as I entered the dusty, old, bumpy parking lot, driving through a sea of people, looking furiously for a parking space. Traveling through the brisk air was the mouthwatering scents of smoked turkey legs, barbecue chicken, and grilled hamburgers forming an intoxicating and tantalizing aroma. In front of me stood a twelve-foot brick retaining wall, and an enormous black wrought iron fence with four different openings. Standing next to the ticket b…
