A WRITER’S NIRVANA AND NASCAR

 

 

A panoramic view of the turquoise ocean sparkling in the bright Florida sunshine, warm sea breezes caressing my skin, delicious gourmet food, divine wine, and a friendly attentive wait staff combine to create a writer’s nirvana for me. I can’t speak for other writers, but I know what sparks my creativity and nourishes my soul—the covered deck known as the Ketch Bar and Restaurant at the Singer Island Hilton in Palm Beach County, Florida.

Today I arrived on deck feeling cranky and stressed from the annoyances of the day. Ten minutes later, I felt happy and relaxed. The sea air has always had that effect on me. The mellow guitar player singing Layla added to the ambiance. A steady parade of grinning vacationers and the faint scent of sun-tan lotion wafting past my seaside table infected me with positive vibes. Next thing I knew, creative ideas were flowing into me. This is a place where writer’s block is nonexistent.

My thoughts drifted to the Daytona 500. I have attended the Great American Race many times. Television does not do it justice. When forty-three cars crank up their 900+ hp engines, an indescribable roar rises to the grandstands and brings the track to life like a mighty dragon awakened from a long winter’s sleep.

One alpha female will battle forty-two alpha males for the win on Sunday. Forty-three teams of manly men will go to war in the pits. Forty-three spotters perched high atop the tallest grandstand will perform duties similar to the rear intercept officer in the backseat of a fighter jet. They will advise their fighter pilot drivers on the location of enemy race cars and how best to avoid the carnage in a massive multi-car wreck.

The crew chiefs must be master players in a 200-mph chess match with 43 teams on the board. Pit strategy is a key element in the battle plan. Pit road is almost as dangerous as the active deck on an aircraft carrier. One mistake could result in a lost race or a lost life. Anyone who thinks a NASCAR race is nothing more than a bunch of cars running in circles has never experienced the thrill of a live race. Nothing compares to it. Nothing.

The Daytona 500 is so inherently male the air is filled with testosterone and vibrates with raw masculinity. Female spectators become mesmerized by the hormone-infused atmosphere. Sex is literally in the air. It’s a good thing the men are focused on the race. Otherwise the event might lose its PG rating.

The powerful race cars streak by at speeds in excess of 200 mph. They pass by so fast the human eye is incapable of registering anything more than a blur of color. The high-speed intensity of 43 race cars super charges the electromagnetic energy pulsing through the spectators in a way that keeps their hearts racing long after the event has ended. It truly is the Great American Race.

I hope Tony Stewart wins. Danica can win next year.  

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9 responses to “”

  1. Victoria Kaloss says :

    Oh, the bar at Hilton SInger Island–I remember it well and your written description fits the Ketch beautifully. And you spiced up the NASCAR scene!

  2. Bob Metz says :

    Well done, I am not a NASCAR fan but this almost makes me want to try and go to a race. Enjoy the sun and sand today while most of the country battles rain and cold.

    • Sharon Menear says :

      Thank you, Bob. I watched the Nationwide 300 at Daytona today. It is the second-tier prelude to tomorrow’s Daytona 500. I saw something today I’ve never seen before. On the final lap, a multi-car wreck resulted in one car having everything forward of the windshield severed when it slammed into the barrier fence in front of the grandstand. The engine ended up in flames on the ground in front of the bottom row of grandstand seats. The driver was unharmed. My favorite driver, Tony Stewart won. Danica’s car died halfway through the race. Tomorrow she starts on the pole. First time in history a woman has won a NASCAR pole, not to mention the biggest race of the year.

  3. Dottie Littlefield says :

    You made it all come alive for me. I hear the roar of the engines in my mind and feel the energy of the crowd. That’s what I call mind travel. I’m hiring you for my mind travel agent. Your discriptions are so vived you bring my five senses to life enabling me to travel at warp speed and enjoy the ambience of your location while sittingt at my computer with my bottom.firmly planted in my chair. Thanks for the exciting trip.

    Dottie Littlefield

  4. Karen Bain says :

    So. That is why NASCAR has so many fans. Happy to know what goes on behind the scene… and it is an excellent piece of writing. Loved it. xo KB

  5. Suzanne Berglind says :

    Suzanne Berglind: February 25, 2013, at 8:32 p.m. Your clever words drew me right into the scene of the ocean front deck, where I have shared many a grand time with fellow writers while enjoying a good red and great conversation. Great read.

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