The NASCAR Sprint Cup series, like any other NASCAR event, is a stock car race which draws out camper dwellers, flea marketeers and, of course, Ford F150 and Chevy Suburban drivers whose women drive old Monte Carlos and cuddle tenderly with autopsy photos of Dale Earnhardt or a jar of formaldehyde containing his heart, and their men try to drive their land barges on little suburban streets as though they think they are him on the Speedway.