#nascar circuit

[cynon777]

S A F E T Y

Gravis City: Industrial Zone 7′s notoriously deadly turn 8 will have tec-pro foam blocks on it, to make it “safer” by making cars fly back into traffic even more spectacularly.

[bring-subaru-back-to-wrc]

anyone excited for the nascar cup race at watkins glen?? I know i am!

[foul-milk]

this might just push me over the edge

[alonsoings]

listen. i already drink a lot of red bull as it is. but i just walked into walmart and THERE ARE BOXES AND CANS WITH MAX AND CHECO ON THEM??

so obviously i did the next rational thing and bought a 12-pack box.

[sortanonymous]

Of all the NASCAR series to have the "yellow before checkered = restart" rule, they seriously have that rule in ARCA? ARCA?!?

[thatchickwiththecamera]

KIMI RAIKKONEN returns to the NASCAR Cup Series with Trackhouse Racing’s Project 91 at COTA!

AND

JENSEN BUTTON will make THREE NASCAR Cup Series starts this season for Rick Ware Racing, with the first being at COTA!

NASCAR Cup Series goes to COTA on MARCH 26!

NOTE: Jenson will also be one of the drivers for NASCAR’s Garage 56 entry in the 2023 24 Hours of Le Mans.

[renarots]

Me sitting here while I see posts about how drivers react on radios like I don’t say worse in lobbies that aren’t even ranked

[tobyvice-blog]

[awghosts]

sainz that's literally your teammate

[streetcars101magazine]

What will Texas teach us about the NASCAR NextGen?

Who is ready for some racing? Stinger Auto has been on fire with articles surrounding Nascar, check out this article! What will Texas teach us about the NASCAR NextGen?

Opening on October 21, 2012, Circuit of the Americas was expressly built for the purpose of hosting the United States Grand Prix for Formula One. The planning and building of the track – which was situated on 890 acres of undeveloped land in Travis County, Texas – heavily involved the input of Charlie Whiting, the FIA-appointed Race Director for Formula 1. While the city of Austin sits within the…

[zikbitume]

Clashing at the Circuit: NCTS at Circuit of The Americas | Extended High...  @NASCAR & @NASCAR_Trucks

[nico-di-genova]

Explaining the current Indy drama (to the best of my knowledge)

A few days ago, nascar confirmed that they would be hosting a race in Mexico City for the 2025 season.

For IndyCar, this is a big hit - for Pato especially, since he’s been very vocal about wanting a race in Mexico. He is not, however, the only driver that’s frustrated by this news.

There has been vocal discussions within the IndyCar fandom, and across the series as a whole, about their failure to sell tickets and draw in fans the way other racing series have. A large reason for this is they’re going by outdated marketing tactics and refusing to evolve with the times. This weekend is a great example of their failure to market. Milwaukee was added back on the calendar because so many fans had been demanding a return to ovals, preferring them to the street racing. Yet, the ovals are here, a double header oval on a historic circuit, and the fan turn out has been minimal. Why? Because IndyCar does not know how to market itself, there’s little promotion for the series done outside of what is seen on socials.

Yet, instead of listening to concerns from fans, employees, and drivers alike, IndyCar CEO, Mark Miles, wants to claim they have not secured a Mexico race because Pato is not famous enough to draw a crowd.

This is massively disrespectful for a number of reasons. 1. It should not be a single drivers sole purpose to drive fan turnout at a race. Indycar marketing as a whole should learn to better promote themselves, instead of relying on a driver who’s already done so much for the series. 2. Pato is easily one of, if not the, most famous drivers in the series currently. He has more followers on Instagram than the official IndyCar account, and Josef Newgarden - the two time Indy500 winner.

This isn’t an accident. Pato has been very intentional in his branding and approach to the series. He intentionally markets himself in a way that draws fans and goes out of his way to make time for those fans, because he wants this series to succeed. He has given so much time, money and effort just to do what Indycar should have been doing themselves. Instead of recognizing this, Miles wants to make the claim that Pato isn’t “as famous” as previous Mexican IndyCar drivers. Which, not even gonna touch on the lowkey racist implications of that (he’s not your token @mark miles). It’s massively, insanely, disrespectful to imply that Pato is the reason IndyCar is not reaching its full potential, when the blame falls squarely on the execs. who fail to understand the modern day demographic they need to appeal to and who refuse to employ current-day marketing tactics to ensure race turnout is where it should be.

IndyCar isn’t failing because of the drivers, it’s failing because they cannot see beyond the one singular historic race that they sink all of their money into promoting - thereby ignoring the rest of the series as a whole.

[vinvantae]

for the bringing the f1 grid to a nascar request!! would u do george, lewis, charles, and lando? thank u sm!!

Okay so I know nothing, nada, zilch about NASCAR so I turned to my fave American @formulaforza who wrote some prompts for me. Thank you Mackie 😘 x

Got a little carried away with George at the end 👀

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Lewis

When you suggested taking Lewis to NASCAR, you expected him to turn his nose up - the sport just wasn’t as refined and delicate as Formula 1. But he was ecstatic, and within days a paddock pass was draped into your lap. He wanted to get up and close and personal with the action before the race, have you close by his side as he listened to overcomplicated lectures from members of the team.

And when the race finally started, he was enthralled- shouting louder than you think you’d ever heard him as the cars fought on track. Cheering and whooping, the brightest of smiles on his face as he leant down to whisper - well shout with how loud it was - into your ear.

“This is brilliant! We should do this more often!”

You grinned at him and playfully smacked the brim of his cap. “If I had known you’d be such a NASCAR nut I would’ve bought you waaay sooner!”

“It’s definitely our thing now.”

The two of you shared one more playful grin before turning your attention back to the track - just in time to see two cars wipe each other out and gasp with the crowd.

Charles

“It's not too dissimilar to F1.” You explained, as the two of you climbed the steps of the grandstands to find your seats. “Friday is practice, Saturday is qualifying and Sunday is the race.”

“Yeah but… we don’t do hundreds of laps.” He frowned, “What did you say this was, 200 laps?”

“Yeah, this one is, but some are up to 400. But it’s in stages.” You hummed softly, bursting out laughing when you caught the shocked look on his face - the most laps in F1 being at his home circuit, a measly 78. “You’ll understand it, love I promise.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, nodding - still as confused as before. You linked your fingers with his. “Okay, so the first two stages are 65 laps long - the top 10 get points. Winner gets 11, 2nd 9, 3rd 8 etc… the winner of the third stage gets 40, and all the way down to 40th gets points. Well most of the time”

“Wait Forty? How many cars are there?”

“Forty. They all get points in the 3rd stage. 36 of them are reserved for drivers of teams that own charters.”

His eyes flickered across your face. “I don’t think I’m ever going to fully understand this… but if it’s important to you I’ll give it a go.”

“Thank you baby. You’ll have fun, I promise.”

Lando

“What are you doing, Lan?”

You watched with a playful smile as your boyfriend stood up to peer over the track into Victory Lane. “…I was kind of hoping we’d see a fist fight or two. I was told people are always fighting each other.”

“Not always.” You laughed, tugging at his wrist. “Sit down. Besides, they’ve gotta race first, you idiot. They need a reason to fight each other.”

He whined softly, plonking down in the seat beside you - resting his head on your shoulder. “Are the fights good?”

“Oh yeah, sometimes people do shit during races too - like this guy hit someone else and took off most of his door so when the guy came back around he literally threw the door at him.” You hummed, squeezing his thigh. “I hope there’s a fight just for you.”

His smile alone was worth it. “Hell yeah.”

George

“Georgie, are you even paying attention?” You whined softly, using the tip of your finger to redirect your boyfriend’s longing gaze back towards the track.

“Sorry, darling, you’re just very distracting.” He teased softly, looping his arm around your middle so he could haul you closer. “What did I miss?”

“Depends, how long were you staring at me?” Your voice had a teasing lilt.

His cheeks flushed a little. “…uh, longer than I care to admit. Fill me in?”

George watched as you explained, gestating wildly and pointing to the cars on the track - and he found himself getting lost in you again. Although most… all of it was going straight over his head, he loved how passionate you were about it and that was enough.

He blinked a few times when he realised you weren’t speaking anymore, your brow raised. “…what did I just say, George?”

“Something about Joey… lasagna?” He winced.

You burst out laughing, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Logano! My god, Russell, I’m going to have to get your ears tested.”

“Love, my ears aren’t the problem.” George pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’ll make you a compromise. You name three drivers by the time the race is done - I’ll let you do that thing you’ve been asking for in the bedroom.”

His breath hitched before he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one more intense. “Deal.”

He managed to name all 40, and turns out there was more than one thing he’d been asking for… and who were you to deny him?

[seat-safety-switch]

If you drink, you should drink moderately. Booze is very expensive, you see, and every penny that is spent on it could be put into race car parts instead. It's for this exact reason that my ancient ancestors spent a lot of their free time figuring out how to synthesize their own alcohol at home, and giving birth to the modern-day NASCAR stock car circuit.

Like any good science experiment, the project didn't start out as an excuse to day-drink. Originally, the family story goes, they wanted to make some synthetic alcohol-based fuels to run a race car off of. And there were way too many mouldy bananas getting thrown out at the grocery store. Why not simply turn all that discarded banana waste into zingy, renewable meth-o-line?

The reason why not is that what actually comes out of the process is high-test banana liqueur. If that concept sounds good to you, perhaps you are a secret monkey, brainwashed into thinking you were a person all along. Check your closet to make sure there's no secret radio equipment made out of coconut shells, hair, and poop, reporting back to the Big Gorilla at the zoo to advise him of when the best time to begin the invasion is. For the rest of us, banana liqueur is, most generously, a weird novelty.

A weird novelty, that is, until prohibition. The nation's wet blankets got together, and collectively said "maybe do something other than drinking all day." And they had a point: auto-body repair bills were starting to skyrocket, what with all the whisky dings getting racked up on the expansive chrome bodywork of the time. Those ancient scolds did make a mistake, though: denying them their booze meant that a newly-sober and terrified country had to turn to race cars instead.

So, a classic capitalist story: needs (for banana-based high-octane race fuels) met haves (banana-based high-octane race fuels,) and there was immediate success. Not so. For one thing, Great-Great Grandpappy Switch was really bad at business. He much preferred to be out racing, in the process inventing new motorsports like "drifting" and "grocery-store shopping cart drifting." And for another thing, he didn't see the point in changing the label on the bottles. He had paid for those labels, goddammit, and they were going to say "Incredibly Illegal Banana Booze, Don't Let The Government See It" until he had used up the entire roll of stickers.

Eventually, his two loves did meet, in the form of a group of bootleggers who started to use their souped-up shitboxes for racing instead of just outrunning the morality police. That's a story for another family, though, as by then Great-Great Grandpappy Switch had moved on to inventing the world's first pinball machine.

Say, I didn't notice your friends come in while I was talking. If you don't mind me saying so, they sure look a whole lot like those gorillas that escaped from the zoo earlier. They want to hear about my family banana liqueur recipe, you say?