back in the 50s (oh my) my dad took me every week to a track east of Columbus he called" the hill" and some call it the hole on the banks of clifty creek. WE ALSO road an Indian scooter there and to Paragon ,I think, know it was a long trip on scooter around Martinsville. But the greatest time we had was those days at the hill watching chop top flat head fords go at it. My favorite driver was a guy named old smoky because his car always ran great but smoked, loose rings I now guess. Sometimes when he hit the track the pa played "on top of old smoky", ha. great memories.
