Beer: the official breakfast of NASCAR
The day started much more quietly, arriving before dawn on the infield at the newly renovated Daytona International Speedway through a tunnel under the track. When we emerged, RVs stretched literally for miles, and late-night revelers staggered by on their way “home.” The infield, by the way, is MASSIVE. Like 180-acres huge with a LAKE! Yes, inside the track. It's insane.
We parked and walked through the eerily silent campground to the pits. I noticed a beer stand full of iced-down blue bottles. “Can we buy those already?” I asked the woman behind the booth. It was barely 6:30 in the morning.
“Technically, we’re not set up yet,” she said.
“But if I handed you $8, you’d give me one of those,” I replied. She looked at her boss, who was standing next to her stocking cases of beer, and he nodded.