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DARN!!!!! Half the fun of the racing was the friendships we formed. And the beat goes on meeting old friends once again and making new ones.
As an aside, I raced a strictly stock(?) car beginning 1956 at a small one-quarter mile track in Beach Lake, PA. and had tons of fun and met lots of nice people.
In the early 1980's, my son raced motocross at tracks near Clifford, PA and became friends with a lad in the same cycle class. This particular Sunday it had rained for two or three days in a row but the racing were held anyway. My son and I helped the others clean the mud from thier bikes and as we were helping my son's friend and his father, I said, "I haven't seen this much mud since Beach Lake". The other guy looked at me and said he used to race there too. When I told him my car number and I had been the starter there, he remembered me, more than twenty-three years later. What a great thing for Danny and Kevin to race aginst one another in motocross as his father and I raced against one another in the strictly stock(?) cars.
And then the stops for a few cold ones in those dark, out of the way places bars. Funny, but there are more races won, and lost, over mahogany ridge than any other place I ever heard of.
Thanks boB, for the friendship, the memories and the fun of knowing who we are.
As an aside, I raced a strictly stock(?) car beginning 1956 at a small one-quarter mile track in Beach Lake, PA. and had tons of fun and met lots of nice people.
In the early 1980's, my son raced motocross at tracks near Clifford, PA and became friends with a lad in the same cycle class. This particular Sunday it had rained for two or three days in a row but the racing were held anyway. My son and I helped the others clean the mud from thier bikes and as we were helping my son's friend and his father, I said, "I haven't seen this much mud since Beach Lake". The other guy looked at me and said he used to race there too. When I told him my car number and I had been the starter there, he remembered me, more than twenty-three years later. What a great thing for Danny and Kevin to race aginst one another in motocross as his father and I raced against one another in the strictly stock(?) cars.
And then the stops for a few cold ones in those dark, out of the way places bars. Funny, but there are more races won, and lost, over mahogany ridge than any other place I ever heard of.
Thanks boB, for the friendship, the memories and the fun of knowing who we are.