My SO is a huge into dirt track racing. He is sort of the pit crew for a driver. He spends a great deal of time working on the car with Scotty and I think it’s great. We all need hobbies and racing is his.
Until last night, I had been to one dirt track race. They were mini-sprints on a small track. There were a handful of problems. It was dirty. I’m not a fan of dirt. It was loud – millions of bumblebees screeching through the air loud. And I sat in the pits, but the pits were in a corner, not the center of the track. It made me slightly nauseated. Meaning, it set off a touch of vertigo. It wasn’t bad, I learned to stare at one spot on the track and I did ok once I walked away from the cars and into the shelter of not being able to see.
Last night, I agreed to try again. Bigger race track, bigger cars, what could go wrong? Everything!
It was noisier. Who would have thought? It smelled really bad – alcohol fumes, gas fumes, generator fumes, body sweat, etc. And the cars moving faster… wow! There wasn’t a spot where I could just stare and watch them go past. It made me sick. But I had a solution! I had my Kindle. So I set in my chair, turned sideways and began reading a book. Then I got sicker.
A lot sicker. It became so bad, I had to pop a bunch of medicine and put my head down. After about two hours, I was feeling better and I discovered why the vertigo was getting worse. The way my chair was set, I could see the cars move just inside my periphery vision… on both sides of the straight away.
I made it through the night, but I still don’t feel great today. As a matter of fact, it’s back to bed for me. I will not go racing again. But at least I tried to support my SO and his buddy as they did what they love.