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The racing at Martinsville is always slam-bam scary just because it's so tight. Richmond's night races sparkle under the lights, and the three-quarter mile oval is one of the best tracks around. Daytona is, of course, the Queen Bee, and its circus atmosphere has as much to do with its fun-quotient as anything else. Nascar racing isn't what you imagine it to be - more than half the fans are women, and driver loyalty is the name of the game. Rednecks now are lawyers, accountants, college students, teenaged girls, cashiers, groundskeepers, and any and everyone who loves fast cars and barely controlled chaos. Even mystery writers get into the act!
I'm posing in the pits before the Busch races at Daytona.
My husband, Paul, wearing his race scanner headphones around his neck, takes a break in the infield at Daytona in February, 2006.
And that's me, again, smiling in the stands at Martinsville, one of the coolest tracks around.
Here I am in a Petty Experience race car.
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