Eric and I from time to time feel the need to feel a little high class. What better way to do that then to go to a NASCAR race? I mean, where else can you say that you were one of the elite patrons (meaning we had all are teeth). We met up with some family friends from San Angelo and had a great time tailgating before the race drinking cold beverages. The best part was the patriotic tribute to the Fort Hood soldiers and their families. At race time, a HUGE helicopter landed on the infield and the pacecar emerged from its back end. Kind of like it pooped a fancy car. We had awesome time and awesome seats and that wasn't just cause we had sleeves on our shirts and no mullet.
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