in 1980 i fell in love with sprint car racing sitting in those grandstands. they were steep then. i use to like it when there was a yellow on the first lap because we got to see another start. turn one had a deeeep hole and the tires squealed on the oily surface. Steve Kinser had an open trailer, he flipped off of turn one in hot laps and left. i begged my dad to take his busted up wing home, we left it. i could've raffled it off today and bought a yacht. good times
