By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
By Eric Nicholson
More often than not, there are no restrictor plates on the flirting. Walk through the endless maze of RVs, and you'll see a wet T-shirt contest over here, a "Beer for Boobs" sign over there, Dallas businessmen touting a "Race Track Girls Go Nutz" video series around the turn and very few people even remotely offended by Janet Jackson's infamous Super Bowl peek-a-boob.
There's so much focus on women's anatomy, you'd think the Nextel Cup was the latest push-up bra. Gentlemen, start your hormones!
Seems the only folks who don't have a good time at NASCAR races are minorities, because they aren't there. Magic Johnson is sort of involved, and last year there was a brief uprising by the National Association of Minority Race Fans, but make no mistake, NASCAR's backbone is fans whose collars are blue and faces are white.
And that's a shame. Because while NASCAR sucks as a sport, it succeeds as a scene.
Go for the competition.
Stay for the circus.