One day it struck me - it struck me while I was getting a pedicure and caught the race on a tv in the corner - I'm a NASCAR fan. Sometimes you get caught up in your own little world seeing one race to the next you don't realize how in deep you are. You get into conversations with your husband about why Jeff Gordon had to pick a fight with Matt Kenseth - the one driver that won't hit back. Then you talk about the the Power Rankings on the Internet and find out what time your brother is taking off to the Texas race while instructing him how to input the channels in his scanner. But then you go outside your comfort zone of your living room and realize you are the only girl in the nail salon who is gasping that Carl Edwards has just missed Tony Stewart and hits the wall at Texas - that's when it hits you: I'm really a NASCAR fan! Me - a girl. A college educated mother of two working woman. A Hispanic woman on top of it. There are no Hispanics in NASCAR. ( i might be corrected on that later) There are very few Hispanic athletes. Oscar De La Hoya - boxing. And he's semi-retired. How did I become a NASCAR fan? And I thought I was a Dallas Cowboys fan. I am. I love the Cowboys. All my life I wanted to go to a Cowboys game and I live in Texas. It's just a hop, skip and a jump away. Since I've become a NASCAR fan - I've been to three races and they haven't all been in Texas. Cowboys fan = 35 years = 0 games. NASCAR fan = 6 years = 3 races and planning a Daytona 500 trip in 2008. That's another thing - what kind of woman plans to go to the Daytona 500 for her 10th Wedding Anniversary!? The answer is plain and simple: A NASCAR fan.

Now I'm sure you are asking yourself "Well, if you're such a fan - why were you getting your nails done when the race was on?" The answer: I'm a girl.  It was the perfect situation. Husband happy watching tv - the race on top of it. Children peacefully napping for at least two hours. Nails in desperate need of attention. Prime situation.  Besides, I look at NASCAR.com everday, subscribe to SceneDaily, and try to catch anything on Speed Channel if I get home in time; so onto the nail salon.  Well, lo and behold the one nail salon that I happened to walk into that afternoon had flat screens of the race in every corner of the salon. How could I contain this inner glee that erupted within me. I'm a girl in a nail salon and I'm excited that every television in there was on the race! AAAGGGGGHHHH! Then the terror set in. What if one of the other girls asked to change the channel. Then I was going to have to come clean - "No -I'm watching that" I could just see all the heads turn and look at me. What then? It was both the moment of agony and of truth. I cannot kid myself any longer. I am in deep as any other NASCAR fan. All I could do was to accept the next hour of bliss. Feet dangling in warm pulsating bubbles, massage chair attentively kneeding the stress knots in my back and watching Eva and Nicole cat fight on pit road. I giggled to myself thinking that the real reason Nicole was mad was because after 6 years she still doesn't have an engagement ring and now Eva does. She put in her time Biffle - what's the holdup? Marry her already - can't you see it's all pent up inside her - she just can't take it anymore! Needless to say, I will be returning to that nail salon come Sunday.

I may not be what you are looking for but I do have a perspective that is a growing percentage of the NASCAR base - the female viewer. Good luck in your search.