rNascar Nation is a highly intellectuals crowd, and at the track caught up in the most immersive and intense moments. The noise is an essential ingredient for that immersion.
The earth moves and body shakes with the violence. The fan studies the drivers hitting their marks with a dual precision, as in the driver executes, and the fan sees the beauty. Can't be bothered during the heat of the moment.
Those that dont get it can't see it, and you can't give them your eyes, and if try to articulate to much you loose your own spot.
As big of a misfit as Bubba cutting a loud Fart at a NYC Opera, or even a Movie Theater.
Racing is a long day, to much for spoon feeding the details. If you are not possessed with figuring it out, an explanation will not mean to much anyway.
Chidren would be the exception and I not sure how fair is to expect a little one's attention for so many hours. But as for the racing talk I got my Dad talk riding home from many local Saturday nights. Dad would talk to me about who made the right moves. If somebody screwed up, he would break that down too. In the 1970s there was more shade treeing and dad would point out the junkers and those built right to me as well, but the details was during the drive home. Racing is a lot like life (I even relate racing too hawt wimmins). The post racing talk was a great symmetry of life as well.
Sorry to ramble