I love Speed Street. I know some of you avoid it because it is crowded and loud and you might run into people who are not your kind. I don't have a kind, but if I did, it probably wouldn't be on Speed Street. That's the reason I go. It's fun to walk around and listen to the conversations and immerse yourself in a world where race, and beer, and fried foods, are king. I did a Speed Channel show Friday, "Tradin' Paint," and suggested that the No. 1 sport in the country and in Charlotte is the NFL. Thousands of race fans stood beneath the stage at Trade and Tryon Streets. None of them agreed. That's fine. If I wanted to go to a place where people agree with me, I'd stay with my dog. I like to mix it up. I like to spend time around people who don't dress like I do or vote like I do or hang out where I hang out. The evening ended in a muddy field in front of the stage on which Twisted Sister played. I didn't know the band still existed and, based on the way they played, they didn't, either. They were so bad they were good. Not sure if a good time was had by all, but I sure had one.
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"I don't have a kind, but if I did, it probably wouldn't be on Speed Street."
Could you try to be a little more arrogant? I'm not a race fan myself, but I was offended for them. Being a smart a$$ is ok some of the time, but when you make it your life's work it gets a little stale.
Posted by: Charles | June 09, 2006 at 11:56 AM