Clinton, S.C., Thursday, February 20, 2014, 9:38 a.m.
Time is slow before it happens. Then it speeds up once it passes. That, of course, is one of man’s great misperceptions. Time is immutable and constant. Exists there a better demonstration that things are not as they seem? I think not.
A year ago, being here in Clinton during Speedweeks seemed weird. Now it’s old hat. I haven’t been to a race track since November 2012, and my next visit is probably going to be to one covered in dirt. Being home grows ever more familiar. Being away is now the shock to the system. Like a ball team, I’m comfortable in the friendly confines.
I imagine people thinking, hey, give it a rest. Enough of this “used to cover NASCAR” business. They’re right. This blog isn’t really anything other than what’s on my mind at the time. Sometimes I write stuff because I’ve obligated myself to do this and it’s all I can come up with.
It’s as simple and as complicated as that.
Speaking economically and capitalistically, this is exactly where I need to be: watching from afar. If there was still a reason for me to be there, I would be. If there was money for me to make, I’d make it. I hate to write something as redundant as “it is what it is,” but … it is.
Tonight there’ll be candlelight and roses …
Actually, there’ll be beer and fajitas, but I’m thinking about singing the Merle Haggard song “The Farmer’s Daughter” tonight in the Live Music Showcase I’m hosting at El Jalisco Mexican Restaurant here in town. I don’t know how it will go. I’ve created a Facebook event and put a few circulars on windows around town. I’d like to encourage the local music scene because, (a.) I think it’s a righteous thing to do, and (b.) I’m part of it. I may do this every other week, and I may do it just this once.
What I won’t be doing tonight is watching the dual Duel in Daytona Beach. Originally, the open mic was scheduled for last Thursday, but it snowed, so I put it off a week and now I’ll miss the “twins” – I like that designation better – unless Fox Sports 1 is available on the muted TVs in the El Jalisco bar. If it is, I’ll just glance at the screen every now and then.
It’s obvious the races can be “covered” on Twitter. But can they be followed? Both are matters of degree.
Oh, goody, the Nationwide Series race is on Saturday afternoon. That way I won’t have to choose between it on ESPN and the final home game of a dreary Presbyterian College basketball season. If I did, I’m honestly not sure which way I’d go, but I don’t have to agonize. I can watch the race and attend the game. Occasionally in my life, things work.
It looks like I’m good to go for the rest of Speedweeks. I may miss the cool February breezes of Daytona Beach, Fla., more than anything else. My conditions are a little unique, but I don’t think I am alone.
I bide my time now writing fiction and hoping to make it big. I hope you’ll consider my two novels to date, The Audacity of Dope and The Intangibles, neither of which is about racing but both of which are about life.