I tell you what, this is where all the gross drunk people hang out.
You got that right!!! My dad is a NASCAR fanatic! He used to drive a wrecker so he would always get a job on race weekends to drive the wreckers in the race... you know towing the guys that wreck. And one weekend my dad rented a camper and we camped in the infield. Me and my sister were inside sleeping and all the drunk weirdo's were outside and managed to catch the camper on fire. Some lady ran in and grabbed me and my sister and carried us out..... And there was this one guy who had his van painted like Dale Earnheart's car and the back had no seats... it was just FULL TO THE RIM OF CASES OF BEER. My dad knew him somehow and the guy gave me and my sister a hug and I remember how BAD that guy smelled like alcohol...

NO MOONS at the racetrack THOUGH!!