Baseball has the crack of the bat. Football, the collisions of helmets and pads. But NASCAR—NASCAR has THE rumble.
The noise isn’t to much. Loud sits in your ears, pushes uncomfortably on your ear drums. The rumble goes beyond that. It burrows deep into your brain, bounces around the grey matter between your ear holes until it’s impossible to tell if the cacophony of 100 percent American Ethanol engines is invading your mind or emanating from it.
Here at the high cathedral of Daytona International Speedway during the 61st running of the Daytona 500, there’s no way to escape the rumble.