Balls Of Steel…(Yes those kind)Posted by in General
So on Tuesday when I posted about the NASCAR Citizen Journalist Media Corp formation Valli (whom I love) made the comment that she hoped I got nominated or included because she would love to read about ME standing at Tony’s hauler asking him questions. This made me giggle to myself. This is something I can NOT imagine myself actually doing. Maybe standing on the edges of the media hords and if I am feeling REALLY ballsy maybe snapping a picture or six. Not that I wouldn’t LOVE to do it…I just am not the bravest of people although I have gotten better.
Case in point: The first race of any type that I attended in the flesh was an Indy Car race at Laguna Seca when I was in high school (this was before they split into the two leagues known as IRL and Champ- and was then known as CART). He bought weekend passes complete with paddock passes and brought his big Minolta camera (before dslr’s were affordable by the public) and he would basically just wander right into the team stalls if they weren’t roped off to take pictures. My little, shy teenage self was mortified at him doing this and would usually wander away when he would pull these shenanigans. He even somehow bs’ed his way into the Team Havoline Hospitality Tent that was set up near the grandstands where we were sitting. Granted I was more shy then (I am sure I have told you the story about how he basically had to push me up to AJ Foyt to get his autograph because in my brain I was ALL THAT IS AJ FREAKING FOYT!!! and then I froze).
Fast forward to a couple years ago- my dad got comped tickets to see the Sportscars series running at Laguna Seca that included access to the paddock. He has one of his Canon DSLRs and I had a camera with me too…and I started wandering up to the different stalls and taking pictures but I always made sure I stayed dutifully out of the actual stall and out of the way of any crew members. We both walked up to one of the garage stalls and I took a picture and carried onto to the next stall. Suddenly I feel like I have lost my party so I look around…and he has actually WALKED INTO the garage stall I was just peeking into and is all squatted down to take his picture. I just chuckled and stood outside waiting for him because I have this complex – I am not big on breaking rules…and the garages are like their domain – I am just there trying to take a picture or seven- so I definitely wouldn’t just wander in like my dad does. If I really really felt the need to wander into the garage stall- I would ask the nearest crew person. My Mom, who went with us even asked “Is he suppose to be in there?” I shook my head no and said “No…he just has balls of steel when it comes to that kind of thing.” Of course she was horrified that I would say that in public but it’s true.
So I guess I would just have to learn to be braver than I am…but it would definitely be an experience.
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