Rotorcraft
NASCAR needs helos to move
The men and women who race cars on the Nascar circuit are addicts.

The men and women who race cars on the Nascar circuit are addicts. They’re addicted to speed, addicted to the visceral rush of being first. Addicted to the buzz that comes from leading a pack of 750-hp, V-8-powered, steel-chassis racecars covered with frail fiberglass eggshells reinforced by layers of corporate logos. They’re addicted to the noise, a deep-throated, muffler-free, who-gives-a-damn-about-emissions sound for which the word “roar” isn’t nearly loud enough.

The pro auto-racing experience is all about movement, the sheer, unfettered exuberance of screaming down a straightaway and around a banked oval, and of course, getting there before the other guy. For the spectator it’s the sound, fury, color and for the lucky front row few who get down close to the track, it’s the in-your-face blast of wind and rending howl as 30 or 40 speed machines chase each other around banked ovals for a couple of hundred miles.

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