(Okay, lest is seem as though I actually know something about NASCAR racing, let me just say I happened to see that particular catchphrase everywhere yesterday. I had to look it up on Wikipedia to understand the connection.)
We were up at 4 am that morning after staying with some area brethren, and we got home around 10:30 that night. I would hazard a guess that we were on our feet nonstop for at least 12 hours. It may not sound like much, but standing in basically one place in the sun, wind, and grit for that long gets a bit wearing. But with almost 50 volunteers we were able to raise a good bit of money, and we certainly had a good view of the speedway. Apparently it was a very exciting race, but I really can't tell the difference!