Not as entertaining as the drunk* young woman at ... Richmond again? I know it was a night race. I don't recall who she was supporting, but she had an entire routine every time he'd come by. She'd start by pointing at him when he came off turn 4, then rotate her hands in circles around each other as he came past, then shoot her fingers at him six-gun style several times as he headed down the front stretch. Hell, I was getting tired looking at her.
* I assume over-indulgence is why she'd lose her balance every sixth or seventh lap.