The Eye of the Beholder

"Aren't these NASCAR underwear classy, Daddy???" Owen, bent over at the waist and talking to me sincerely through his legs so that I can best see the glory of his NASCAR underwear, a blurry red, white, blue, black and orange mess of cars, flames, and checkered flags. I am not sure what his definition of classy is, but rarely are NASCAR and classy used in the same sentence. Toss in the word underwear, and we may just have a sentence that has never been uttered before by anyone.