1967 at Holland, NY which was it's last year as a dirt track. After begging and pleading, my dad finally agreed to take me to a race. Of course it got rained out and I didn't think the next Saturday would EVER come. I found out later that my parents had last attended a race in the 30's at Civic Stadium in Buffalo and witnessed a driver lose his life. My dad explained that was why they were not thrilled with my early interest in racing.
Some of my best memories are of the quality time my dad and I shared at the races (and the trips to and from) through the years.