I could tell you how much fun I had the first time I went to Sycamore Speedway - but to understand the mud, the fumes, the cheap beer, the families, the mullets and the lunatics driving with their hoods stuck open - you have to experience it for yourself. Come on. Don't look down your nose at motor sports, as I mistakenly did. Yes, I know it's a haul out of the city - but so what? What else is there to do? Drink warm beer and contract food poisoning at the Taste?
We'll be out in the sticks Friday, around abouts 7:30, 8 p.m. See your punk asses there.
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