This has nothing to do with F1 or the race, but ... speaking of the dirt track, I went to Cotton Bowl in Paige last night, as I do from time to time. The racing (mods) was great, as usual, but at intermission I witnessed one of the most bizarre and most 'redneck' things I've ever seen --- even for a dirt track crowd, and I've been going to dirt tracks for 55 years, in Tennessee, Arkansas, and Texas. It was a gender reveal, on the track. Why? Because 'Why not', I guess. The Mom knew the gender of the baby, but the Dad and the 2 boys didn't. Mom & Dad looked much older than they seem to actually be, and looked like they just came to the track from working the fields. They looked like sharecroppers, or like the couple in American Gothic (except add about one-fiddy to each of their weight totals).
So they go out to the start/finish line, flanked by the two little boys. The kiddos were flanked by the grid girls, or whatever ever they call the local teenage wannabe beauty queens that congratulate the winners, wearing checkered flag outfits. I wish I had taken video, but got damn, there was no way to foresee the sheer awesomeness of the bizarre shit that was about to go down. The plan was that a race car was going to race past them on the straight, releasing either blue or pink smoke indicating the gender of kiddo #3.
Cue the PA guy spouting stuff like "What if the smoke is purple? Does that mean the baby is non-binary? And what is 'non-binary' anyway. That's crazy". Not making any of this up. No cr. Then he said he'd better shut up before he got in trouble. So then the car comes out. No, it's not a cool, badass modified. It's one of the shittiest cars from the shittiest class - the 'Sport Compacts' - painted in a terribly done stars & stripes livery to, I kid you not, 'honor Donald Trump'. No cr. OBTW, the race was sponsored by GOA - Gun Owners of America. No cr.
So the car flies past spewing blue smoke, and there's basically no reaction at all from the family that's supposed to be celebrating this reveal. Mom kinda looks like "Yep. FML. Another boy". Dad looks like he dgaf about any of it & isn't thinking much past his next meal. And then it was over, and even in that crowd of mostly Deliverance-type rednecks, most people were just standing there with blank stares, trying to make sense of what they had just seen. /csb