Back in the day, USAC Champcar races were started with an out lap; followed by the formation lap, to get everyone lined up; the parade lap so the drivers could wave at the crowd, the pace lap, and then the rolling start.
In, it must have been 1962, as a twelve year old I went to my first race at The Milwaukee Mile, in the turn one bleachers. I was seated behind some half drunk clod, who on each of those four laps, would set his beer down, stand up, wave his 10 gallon hat, and shout “Yahoo, AJ!” every time Foyt came by. Just as I hoping Foyt would retire early, on the first lap, the guy next him gently nudged the guy’s plastic beer cup over and the guy plopped down on the cup, crushing it and spreading its' contents on the seat of his pants. Problem solved.