Don't I look sexy? I found out later that his favorite driver, Kyle Bush, wrecked bad enough that he was out of the race while I was buying said hat. I know, awesome, right? That's okay, though, because on Sunday his precious little #18 completely embarrassed all the other drivers by starting in the back of the pack and coming in first in what Mark refers to as, "One of the greatest victories of all time". Whatever.
Mark's neck was in the early stages of redness when I took this picture, but you get the idea, right? The funnest part is that everyone in the stadium (excluding Mark) hated Kyle Bush and booed every time he was mentioned. I can't blame them. He's a showoff and he always wins. How fair is that?
After many failed attempts to capture his car on film, Mark managed to get a pretty good shot while they were driving slow because of a caution. I must say, I do like the m&m's on his car. We had a big bag of m&m's with us and I told Mark he should throw them at everyone that booed Kyle Bush, but:1) We just did not have enough m&m's, and
2) Mark didn't really feel like leaving with any black eyes or broken bones.
I can't say I blame him.
Did I mention we saw flying Elvises? Overall, I'm going to say that Nascar is a pretty good time--in person. I still don't care for it on t.v., but that's just me. :)
