Elitists.
Bristol in it's heyday was unique. Not unlike gladiators in the Coliseum. One racing line, 43 cars, 1/2 mile, 37 degree banking, 120mph. A race of attrition. When the field was going full song, it created a vortex like the blades of a blender. I was there one April and it started snowing. During a caution, it was snowing. After the restart, it stopped.