Yesterday, my 13-year old son and I attended the Dover 400 NASCAR race in Dover, DE.
It was my son who had initiated the outing. I had appreciated how he had pursued his interest in NASCAR for about one year. It is an interest that none of his friends share. The fact that he was willing to pursue interests outside his peer group's, I viewed as a positive that I wanted to support.
And as for me, I'm an adventurer. Shucks, I went to China to learn about Chinese culture. Going to Dover to see NASCAR was an adventure which required far less commitment. Why not?
The race was not like anything I have experienced. The sound emanating from the 43 cars was so loud that talking was pointless. I couldn't hear anyone speak. And if I had chosen to speak, no one would have been able to hear me. Ironically, the cars' sound-that-trumped-all-sound created the functional equivalent of silence. Who would have thought that going to NASCAR had a bunch of similarities with attending a meditation retreat?