"Round and round and bloody round." This, utterly unfairly, is the way that non-motorsport fans seem to see the amazing spectacle that is racing.
This view is astonishing to me, having grown up around it and spent countless hours at racetracks, dragstrips and forestry roads watching, listening and absorbing all kinds of motorsport events. It doesn't help that I've never been much of a rugby fan, which in itself is a crime almost punishable by death in New Zealand.
There are a bunch of blokes that sit not too far away from me that regard anything that doesn't involve an oval ball with disdain - most of the time.
When the V8 Supercars circus rolls into town, suddenly there are part time race fans that are drooling at the prospect of watching close, action-packed racing.
As a family outing it's pretty highly regarded by many - and with the event now at Pukekohe rather than picturesque Hamilton, there seems to be even more keen to get out and watch.