Welcome to race weekend. Paddock food is a meaty and often greasy wonderland of diet-wrecking treats ranging from teams' own gourmet cuisine to E. Coli burgers from a sketchy stand that was probably last given a good clean in the 1950s. Prepare your anus.
So, we've gone over the basics of getting to a crapcan endurance race: picking a car, picking a team and preparing a questionable chunk of metal to go wheel-to-wheel with other cars. But what about your most basic needs during a race weekend? Like foraging for sustenance?