NASCAR Circuit

I have some friends who get together once a year for a very special sporting event. I don't know how many years they've been doing it, but they bring their fastest, modified, late model cars to the track and race. There's a trophy for the winner, obviously, and the ceremonial glass of milk afterwards. The track is orange and snap together with red pieces of plastic tabs. The cars range from classic to custom to outlandish. If you crawl underneath the car, you'll see the brand says "Hot Wheels". That's right, "Hot Wheels". Yup, grown men getting together to relive their childhood and race their Hot Wheels. This friend has been buying track on ebay for several years now, and has about 300 feet of the orange track my mom used to whip me with when I was being "less than cooperative". So I'm the rookie driver this year, and I hope I don't embarrass myself my first time out. I don't even have a car yet. I may have to steal one of my kids' cars. It's really a shame, when I was a youngster, I had upwards of 300 Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars. I know there were a few that were very good track cars. You could tell by the weight of the car and how easy the wheels would spin. I don't know what happened to my collection. I lost interest when I got old enough to drive life size cars, and I don't know what mom did with them. I hope some child is playing with them right now. A few years back, my wife and I were walking through an antique mall, and saw some Hot Wheels for sale. There was one listed for $30! I had three of them in two different colors! CRAP! No need to cry over lost riches. Regardless, I'm looking forward to the race day. I think it might be another excuse to drink beer, also. Of course the drinking will take place after the driving, so nothing to worry about.