This racetrack was my introduction into racing. We lived on a farm near Clarksburg,In. My dad used to weld all the broken parts on the racers cars that lived in Clarksburg. They would bring their cars to the shop and I would sit in them for hours running 50 lappers. We would go to the track every Sunday and I would yell for Ellis Herbert one of the Clarksburg gang. I often think of those days at that racetrack. The thing I miss most in life is my dad. I think the second thing would be our times together at that old country racetrack. Larry Martz