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It was probably around 1950 when my Dad started taking my Brother and me to the "Big Cars" at Jungle Park. I was hooked on the noise and the speed. The cars were a
scary looking bunch of iron and the track was no better. The big trees served as guard rails and a nearby creek would stop anything else. Nonetheless, I've been going to races all over the country for years....have no idea how many but I will probably keep going so long as I'm able.
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