I was at the Daytona 500 about 20 years ago. Meh. Not my jam. Only so many times can a line of the same cars roar deafeningly by and hold my attention. We packed it up and went to the ocean.
But it was like a pilgrimage to Mecca for giddy legions of ball cap wearing rednecks. The Grateful Dead have nothing on the throngs of delirious groupies NASCAR draws. I leave them to it.