at the track, race cars drift around the corners with some sort of precision but just a hint of danger, i'm sitting right up close to the flimsy net they think would protect us if a car should spin of the track, its possible but you can't let that ruin the moment. 
that moment where some louts drinking beer over my shoulder spill their drinks all over us, they seem to think it's funny. my client is edgy enough, he's on the brink of some kind of outburst, it's hot and he's walked for miles, yet somehow i laugh it off, 'he wanted a beer anyway?'
the guys say something unintelligible, they are part of a massive crowd that make me more nervous than the cars. they eat from buckets of kfc, drink those big bottles of coke and pepsi, they are really big and look very very similar, same haircuts, tattoos and biceps. what the fuck am i doing in car culture, the smell of petrol enters my lungs, its everywhere infiltrating my spirit, fuck i hate this shit, just the noise is killing us.
the cars seem to spin around the track faster and faster, they bring out these smaller cars with those wings like star wars space ships, they seem to give the driver more protection i think, if it rolled, it would roll. 
i sit down watching the families, mothers serving out macdonalds burgers, kfc chicken parts, ready dead roosters, toxic flesh burgers, fizzy drinks, dads knocking back the victoria bitters drunk and swearing. tiny chunks of dirt fly through the holes in the netting, hitting me in the face, the stench of rubber moving quickly into the natural world, creating chaos, get's me thinking, this is the world we all need to detach from, it's a zombie birdhouse out there and someone has to draw a line, is that for real. it is for the people that live in it, dramas about cars and girls named 'effie' with dyed blonde hair and plastic nails. 

yeah i know people dig cars and sports but there's something so unimpressive about this sport, the cars drive around in a circuit, a big oval making a racket, they drift around the muddy corners and speed up on the straights but i'd rather just not have any of this in existence.
this is why art is important, to feed the mind, the spirit.