I went once to a racetrack with a friend from my youth some years ago. I met him on the street, first time I saw him in years. He happened to win tickets so he invited me. He became a stoner meanwhile, already kinda was so we took some drugs before going. Place is filled with agressive dipshits, hot-dogs are 8$ each, races are dull and the air is unbreathable, it sucks.
There is the stadium with the tall stage on one side with the people on it, with a view to parking from the top of the wall which is the top of the stage. We were there while the race was going on, in our car and the only people. Someone happen to come with an helicopter, must be the owner or something, in the back of the parking, behind us in line with the stadium and about 50-100 people from the top of the stage start to cheer at the helicopter like the fucking rednecks that they are.
So we drived around, with our arms out of the window like you do when your sport team win the cup as if they were cheering for us. The crowd was torn between their desire of not cheering for us since we are indirectly making fun of them and since they don't appreciate anything else than first degree humor and the sheer excitement of seeing an helicopter land. So yeah hello to my friend if you are reading this. Also I don't race my car.