Originally Posted by Flatrightrear:
Nice picture,too. I notice you have a pencil in your hand and I assume you have a scorecard. A true fan has been born! Tom
I was eight, here. So I had at least two years that I knew who all the drivers were, what car they were in and what all the different races were. So, I was into it by that point and liked to write stuff down in the program or on the lineup sheet. And I was one happy little camper anytime we were at the race track. Now, if you looked at my program at the end of the day, what you saw wouldn't have made a whole hell of a lot of sense. Because it was scribblings of a little kid that was trying to write, left handed with a pencil (lefties know exactly what I mean), at the same time I was rotating around like you have to do to watch racing from the infield at THAT. But, if you would have asked me, I probably could have told you what it all meant.
Most important thing was Dad always took us there or I would have never learned how great racing was. That's why in the last fifteen years or so, after health (heart) problems had started to take their toll on him, I made sure he never had to drive to a race, when he wanted to see one. He was a great racing buddy and was better than anyone I've ever known at picking up on the subtleties that are happening within the chaos of a sprint or midget race. He never missed a thing. All the way up to the last races he saw.
BTW, he got so much enjoyment out of watching Daron Clayton and Bryan Clauson over the last five or six years. Clayton at Haubstadt, East Bay and Terre Haute provided some of the best memories that he took with him. And his favorite fellow fan (other than me, of course
)? Danny B. was his favorite. He liked Big Steve a lot, too.
Jerry
A man is about as big as the things that make him angry.
Winston Churchill
