The other day someone mentioned "memorable moments", especially prior to the Internet, You Tube, Social Media...the time when you actually had to do it, be there, to experience.
It reminded me of going to Daytona to drive production cars, on a portion of the front straight, and the track in the infield that is used for the 24 hour race.
More important, if you are a old time fan of NASCAR, and stock car racing, and perhaps more today than ever, Daytona is steeped in stock car racing tradition. Being in the infield, observing the stands, is an awesome experience, especially when a myriad of names start flashing by, Petty (Richard), Roberts (Fireball), Yarborough (Cale), Earnhardt (Dale Sr,), Lorenzen (Fred), Johnson (Junior), Jarrett (Ned), Bonnett (Neil) to name a few.
After watching the "Great American Race" for several years on TV, actually being there is a WoW experience.
Later in the day, being driven around the track at approximately 170 kph is not such a big deal, until turn 3 on the first lap when you see the front stands from the side window, start comprehending the steepness of the banking, and realise that these guys will run 3 abreast at considerably faster speeds.
The next 2 laps merely reinforce the WoW, the fact that regular cars beyond a certain speed become "twitchy" on banked turns.
You start thinking that the guys driving the stock cars have "big ones"....
Needless to tell you, after 3 laps, the desire to see the "real guys with the real cars" do their thing at Daytona is stronger than ever. Yes...a few years later made it a point to see, hear, feel, experience, the real guys run...especially #3 in the black car.
The Daytona 500 win by #3...