Sunday, November 19, 2006

A Sock and NASCAR

Last summer about the same time I began knitting again, I picked up a novel at the grocery store--St. Dale by Sharyn McCrumb. From past experience with her Southern-folklore=based novels of suspense, I expected a thoughtful mystery set in an Appalachian background. What a surprise! The plot of the novel is about a Dale Earnhardt memorial bus tour of several racetracks. McCrumb chose to use as her model Chaucer's Canterbury Tales although she does not write in rhyming couplets, thank heavens! What the novel is about, however, is the need for heroes in any era. It is an investigation of what makes a popular cultural hero, whether that hero is Thomas Becket, Elvis, Princess Diana, or Dale Earnhardt. As a result of reading this book, I decided to watch a NASCAR race on television and discovered that not only was it interesting as a cultural phenomenon, but it was also fun! I slipped from sociology to being something of a fan. I knew I was lost when I had the following conversation in a Hancock's flannel department:

Other customer to her companion: I've been looking all over for some NASCAR flannel, and I can't find any in town.

Me (volunteering info to a stranger): I just saw some at Joann's.

Customer: Did they have any Jimmie Johnson?

Me: I don't think so; all I saw had just NASCAR or 3s or 24s--no 48s.

I have since discovered that race time is good knitting time. I finished my sock during the Busch race last night. This afternoon the cup season will end at Homestead, so I will have to make socks during movies until Daytona.

No, that is not Kevin Harvick in the picture--that is my dgs. The Chevy dealer in his town had this car and a #3 car on display last week, and they took pictures for Meemaw. The fat foot, alas, is mine.

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