I walked all the way around Road Atlanta on Saturday. It's a long and painful story, but on the way back I was forced to wade through an army of obnoxious youths in town for the Formula Drift event. Now, I like drifting for what it is – a cool, spectacular dance on pavement. I'm not such a huge fan of the fans. No, it's not the superior attitudes or the shut-up-I'm-okay drunkenness, or the cigarettes (really? Kids still start smoking?). It's the general lack of interest in actual racing motorsports. The drift stands were packed for practice, but barely a soul not associated with a team could bother to stretch an eye toward the Trans Am race, even though the cars were just as powerful and much faster.