Two hearts beating as one

Finally someone explains what NASCAR means to me (by explaining what Formula One means to him):

Televised traffic is nothing but a crashing bore: www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2008/jun/14/formulaone.motorsports

I'll add that in my case those Sunday afternoons were usually spent laying on the living room floor at the feet of my dad, who was probably taking an afternoon nap. Despite the frustration of endless TV surfing with nothing but NASCAR (or baseball or golf) in view, those were good days. Happy Father's Day to all dads, especially mine.