I grew up attending races there on a weekly basis.
They were already asphalt in 1971 when I saw my first race, I was ten years old. The crowds were good in the 1970s and pretty good in the 1980s.
In the late 1970s Laughlin had a car there driven by Gene Morgan. I always thought that car was ahead of the other cars including the other Laughlin cars. There was cars built by Hopkins running there too.
Butch Lindley was my first favorite local driver. He was the 1973 champion, he ran a 1964 Chevelle, and won 7 races in a row. After that season he started running all over the country, usually the 200 lap Late Model Sportsman races. He was the national champion twice.
Jack Ingram would come and run the the 200 lap races at GP. Anybody from the Era remembers those brown number 11 cars. Always plain never one to win the best appearing car. But everything worked all through the 70s and into the 80s I never saw him come there unprepared. Those simple looking cars were beautiful and bad ass to me.
Johnny Allen was always fast too.
David Pearson the 1957 champion was always ridiculously fast.
Around 1975 I started rooting for Donnie Bishop. He had not won his first race yet. It was a lot of fun watching him learn to dominate.
Those drivers seemed bigger than life to me.
A lot of big names showed up at different times. The Allison's, Dale Earnhardt, Tiny Lund, Neil Bonnet, Pete Hamilton, Bobby Isaac etc...
Tim Richmond came to run a fund raising race after Butch Lindley suffered injuries that would prove to be fatal. A stunt driver was there and invited Richmond to try a few stunts in his car. I can't describe it but Tim nailed the slides and moves like a natural. I guess one would have had to seen to appreciate it.
In 1995 we adopted Brandon. It was the best part of my life. But I also knew the racing dream was no longer number one and eventually I sold my car and equipment. It was a frustrated dream that I never put together. But I am thankful to at least to have had the dream.
I am fortunate too have had the two great passions in life. They both made my world.
I have to admit that I haven't made the Saturday races a priority since fartherhood.
Hopefully some young person can build a lifetime of great memories at Greenville Pickens too, Dirt or Asphalt. There ain't nothing like the noise, smell and thrill. I always woke up on Sunday morning thinking about the upcoming race on Saturday night. It was a great way to live. It was everything in life.