NASCAR was forced to postpone the 3M Performance 400, as heavy rains drenched the inauspicious ghetto of Brooklyn, Michigan, leaving a host of RVs and trailers fossilized in the wake.

For those NASCAR fans with slaves 401k plans, the starchiest of white collars and a HEMI, there wasn’t much of a problem, as they escaped the muck, high tailing it back to the plantation.

However, for those select few, the fleeting soul of NASCAR, there was no escape …

What remained in the Turns 1 and 2 RV lot Monday afternoon was a motley collection of old school buses with names like “Fishmobile” and “Plum Crazy,” travel trailers surrounded by foot-deep puddles and the flotsam and jetsam left by those already long gone.

The smell? A potent combination of muddy grass, empty beer cans, plastic garbage bags piled up at empty campsites and the smoke from campfires long extinguished, either by the rain or by the last of the beer.

One bumpersticker said it all: “My drinking team has a racing problem.”

A group of four men from Benton Harbor huddled under a tarp while their wives tried to stay comfortable inside the trailer. A pile of beer cans completely surrounded their fire pit.

“We’re staying until the beer runs out,” one man said. “And we’re just about out of beer.”

I can’t knock a statement like that. What makes it even better is the reality that the editor probably cut out the part of the quote where the guy continued with “… and then we are moving on to nitrous tanks and kicking some Pablo Montoya loving ass.”

Regardless of the situation, the beer was bought for a fucking purpose — to be drank in the allotted time given. These guys are simply going into overtime, letting their gasoline emblazoned souls emit outward, diminishing the opaque frowns of the cut and run wine cooler bastards with new Dodge Rams. Ram, fuck a ram, these guys are probably ramming their wives in their trailers right now — because that’s fucking comfort.

Are you waxing nostalgic that this breed of American NASCAR fan might be an afterthought in the corporate driven environment it has seemingly adopted?

Think again …

While most people tried to find higher ground — or at least, drier clothes — a couple of young kids waded in a puddle of mud, splashing each other with the brown water.

The future resides in a murky puddle.

Your sport is safe … for now

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