Besides a few run-ins with drunken Nascar fans, I was hoping to pass through Las Vegas without having to deal with this hickish group too much. Not so. (For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, there was a huge Nascar race at the speedway outside of Vegas on Sunday morning – with the preliminaries/qualifying rounds for several days beforehand). On Sunday morning I got up early and checked out of my hotel to get a jump on the drive back to Salt Lake. Well, I got about 3 miles on I-15 and entered “Nascar World.” There was bumper-to-bumper traffic, at 9:00 in the morning, for about 6 miles. Now, that doesn’t sound so bad… until you take into account that it took me almost 2 hours to get through those 6 miles, I had shin-splints from my clutch and I was surrounded by racing fans. These are the types of people who are decked out in their favorite free T-shirts and sponsor hats, huge foam fingers & bullhorns, and have already downed a couple of beers for breakfast. It was bad, the freeway was FULL of buzzed rednecks. Note to self: Nascarians are funny, but a little unnerving. Try to keep a safe distance.
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