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I remember towing from Kokomo to Bloomington to race on a Friday with mom and dad and our usual gang -- this was probably '94 or '95. I distinctly recall passing one of those bank signs that gave time and temperature on the way... I forget the time, but I clearly remember reading 96*. After that, I remember dad talking to Tray House, just shooting the **** in the pits like always -- and I don't really recall weather being something that was discussed. They ran that night. It was hot, but they ran.
What's changed? America is the short answer. Now we're coddled and babysat, in the absence of personal accountability and common sense. How did we ever get by without excessive heat warnings? I shudder at the thought...
And before you go flaming, which most of you will, I'm racing this weekend in this hot, soupy stuff. I might wear the two-layer suit instead of the four, and I will no doubt ingest and excrete more fluids, but I'll be there.
Gas City and Bloomington are both well-run places and have good people at the helm, it's just disappointing and not a decision I agree with or support. Sign of the times, I guess.
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