What do you hear when you jump over the wall?
The man who does it every week can offer insight: nothing, really. The surrounding activity is momentarily none of your worry. Cars whiz past. Danica Patrick almost hit him once. There is the thunder of engines. There is the smell of gasoline, beer and sausages from the tailgate grills lined up next to all those RVs that brought all those people to your workplace.
It's some colorful scene. And then, for 10 seconds, hopefully just 10 seconds, you can't afford to be distracted by any of it, or allow some interrupting thought like, "Hey, that's friggin' Dale Jr.