I have been the official turn 3 shooter for AP and other publications for years. It's wierd watching all the drunks bounce off of each other and it reminds me of being in high school and because my dad was cop here I could take a U-Haul down the tunnel and into the infield, smuggling a crowd of people in the back. Beer and food shared the space. After a night of bad behavior I would wake up in some lawn chair, the souls of my shoes melted because I went to sleep with my feet propped up on someone's fire drum. We all smelled of wood smoke, beer and suntan lotion. The track infield has a weather system all to itself. During the day it's a lot hotter in there and at night the fog mixes with the smoke laying low overhead like a blanket. Temperatures drop and you wake up shivering and hung over. Oh boy were those the days!
On turn three alot of times I get up on a high scaffold with the NASCAR official and the view is great. But the wind makes your shiver and you never know what kind of weather is in store. Last year I the 500 ran and it was 90 degrees out and I was burned then night fell, the fog set in and the temperature drop to freezing and ice formed all over that shaky, slippery metal. Sorry for the long wind. Enjoy.