NASCAR Addiction

 

You Know You’ve Overdosed On NASCAR When...
By Amy Hair - Cup Scene Daily

Your CD collection consists of pod casts of your favorite driver’s interviews, race chatter and miscellaneous commercials, and whoever rides in your car with you has to listen to your favorite of the week while you narrate. Never mind that they keep looking at their watches and giving you that look of deep worry and concern…

You love to go to the local gas station, buy a drink and hang out inside looking at the big cut out of your favorite driver advertising his sponsor’s wares, until the clerk starts to give you dirty looks.

You have your driver’s number on your key chain, your check book, you socks, your pajamas, your shirts, your hats, your purse, your earrings, your belly ring, your toe ring, your watch, your scanner, your car, and tattooed on a part of you that has never been seen by anyone other than your doctor.

Your cell phone rings are a conglomeration of everything from “Gentlemen, Start Your Engines” to your driver’s voice yelling at you to answer the phone. And when it goes off in church you scramble to turn it off while at the same time you are wondering if anyone is envious of your awesome ring.

Your bedroom is a walk in shrine to your driver and all his accomplishments. You have every die cast in every size, every ticket from every race you’ve been too, every program from those races, and your sheets match your comforter and your curtains, all with your driver’s number and colors on them. Your collection of beer cans with the racing emblems on them are neatly arranged near the plastic cups you bring home from every race. This is the room that your friends avoid, as it just confirms their suspicions that you have absolutely lost touch with reality. more on NASCAR addiction