

My sister, Christine, in all of her infinite wisdom, suggested I start blogging about things that I like and know something about that other people might not. I thought about it for a little while and decided she was right; I do have something to say about one of my biggest sports passions, NASCAR. Okay, specifically, Bobby Labonte, 2000 NASCAR Winston Cup Champion (now known as Nextel Cup Champion), and the driver of the #43 Cheerios Dodge for car owner Petty Enterprises. First things first, yum! The man has some serious sex appeal. He is a true woman's man and a man's man, a pretty tough combination to come up with, if you really think about it. He is one of the last of a dying breed, a "gentlemen driver", both on and off the track. To me and many others, he exemplifies the best of the sport. However, this post will not descend into my Bobby love, which would be really easy, but to why I think NASCAR is so great and why I think more and more women are agreeing with me.
First, NASCAR is exciting! It is not like other sports where there are moments of excitement, but they are few and far between. When you watch a race, the excitement is always there, from start to finish. Think about it, how boring could it be watching 43 drivers go 200 mph? Or, in the case of short track racing, the equivalent of bumper cars where you know no one will get hurt, but the cars will look like hell by the time the race is over. With a Daytona-like race (super speedway), the cars have to remain very aerodynamic, so the slightest damage could ruin a drivers' chance of winning. Short track racing is a different beast; the drivers' can basically ram around like bumper cars, the speeds are slow enough that no one is going to get injured, but, man, they really beat on each other! It's fun! Never boring, that is for sure.
So why are women flocking to NASCAR? For me, the answer is easy, it is a way to bond with my Dad, aka Poppy, aka Dr. Arthur E. Johnson. NASCAR races boil down to physics, a subject my father can speak about until you want to shove a cork in his mouth, BUT a great way to have a long, thoughtful discussion with him.
So many fathers are absent in their children's lives, mine has a very demanding career as a research scientist. He has always made it known that his family is his first love, followed by work in a very close second. But let’s face it, as an award-winning scientist he didn’t have the time to spend with us like my Mom did (by the way, also part of a dying breed, women who give up very successful careers to stay home and raise their children!). My Dad chose stock car races as an activity to take me and my twin brothers to when we were young and Mom needed some much deserved time off. Dad let us suck the foam off of his beer, bought us cotton candy and popcorn, and the races were loud and exciting, something kids can never get enough of! These memories are so vivid in my mind that I can almost smell the fuel off the cars and taste the beer foam! I would bet money my brothers can too!
Now, as an adult, Dad and I progressed to NASCAR races where I can buy beer and hot dogs and smell the fuel off the cars and hear the deafening roar of the engines. My father and I can talk about NASCAR for hours. Topics range from which drivers we like and which drivers we don't, the physics of short track racing versus speedways. What the hell aero push is…you get the idea. I can talk to my Dad about something that excites us both, and as adult children, who among us doesn't long for the ability to do that? I can talk with my Mom for hours about anything from topics ranging to the best brand of toothpaste to her love of bird-watching to what really happened when I was ten and almost burned the house down. Mom was and is always there for me, even to talk about the most inane subjects (although I personally think they are fascinating). With Dad, I have to work a little harder to keep his attention as he probably thinks there is only one kind of toothpaste and that its brand name is "the kind your mother buys".
Now, my passion for NASCAR has transferred to my husband, and we can talk for hours about the same things I talk to my Dad about. I guess it will sound sexist, but it is a great way to bond with the men in my life. I get to watch a sport that I love with two of the best men I have ever known, what could be better than that?
So when I hear "Gentlemen, start your engines" on a Sunday afternoon, my heart beats a little faster. Not only because those engines can roar, but because it is a love affair I can share with my husband and my Poppy. As Martha would say, "It's a good thing".
To sum up, thanks for the memories NASCAR & Texas Motor Speedway. And Bobby Labonte? Just thanks.