I’d also like to thank my dad (my mom alone also took me a few times) for taking me when I was a kid. In my mind, I can still put myself in the stands of Warsaw and Avilla Speedways even though those places are long gone. I remember what both of those places looked like even though it’s been around 20 years.

I’d pay to watch a sprint car sit and idle.

The power, competition, skill, precision, and bravery are a bonus. My favorite part is when a driver puts on an absolutely fabulous pass on somebody. When you can say, “that was a hell of a move”. Friends, food, and beer are also a bonus for me.