In the past couple of months I’ve become more and more defensive about my love for NASCAR. I think as a NASCAR fan in general you have a bit of that built in, no matter if you’re male, female, live in the south or the west coast, you’ve got your stock answers for why you watch racing on Sunday.

But for me it feels worse. Maybe it’s because I’m a girl, maybe it’s because I’m black, maybe it’s because I’m from California (more specifically the liberal melting pot that is the San Francisco Bay Area) or maybe it’s all three. I’ve written about how I’m so tired of having to defend myself and then in some cases having to prove that I know names/places/facts/stats about the sport in general. I think I’d pick an easier to sport to “pretend” to like, like football or baseball for instance. It’s not like we picked teams to play stock car racing in gym glass.

Anyway… I bring this up because I’m frustrated. I’ve been racking my brain to figure out a way to prove once and for all that I’m not joking or kidding when I say that I’m into NASCAR. It’s not a passing fancy or a way to make guys like me (yet again, I could have picked an easier sport).

I think for the most part it’s a guy thing. The most crap I get about racing is from men, and men who aren’t even into racing. I hate when people get that look on their face like “you like what??” The guys that I’ve met that have been into the sport have always been cool about it and have even stopped by my desk just to chat about this driver or that incident.

I guess there’s no real conclusion to this post except that I just wanted to get these particular thoughts out of my head and into the blog.