Jeff MacGregor turns in a wonderful profile for the Sunday Times of the new hot voter demographic, the Nascar Dad:

Comes to the end of our national song, 250,000 people shouting and applauding, flags snapping everywhere, and a sound rumbles low up out of the ovation and comes down out of the sky and breaks out of the clouds like a thunderclap. It's the pre-race flyover, four F-16's with the burners lit, 200 feet off the deck at 400 miles an hour and the crowd goes crazy. The sky cracks and the smell of jet exhaust fouls the grandstands. I, sophisticated tourist sarcast, turn to Nascar dad, cock my eyebrow and shout, "Our tax dollars at work, huh?"

He looks down at me through the beard, blue-eyed and red-faced in the heat. "Damn straight," he says, "damn straight," as the tears roll down his cheeks.

It's worth reading to the end - I won't spoil it.

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