It was great to be at the track last weekend. I forgot just how alive it felt to be totally immersed into the turbulent world that is drag racing: the chaotic rhythm of motion, the sporadic earsplitting barrages of top fuelers lighting ‘em off, and the forever shifting walls of intoxicating, acrid nitro-laced smoke. It was a motorhead’s circus come to town.
With the lack of major sponsors backing teams again this year the pits continued to have a growing grass roots family feel to it. There were a good number of husband and wife and family teams working side by side with the more seasoned and well-healed veterans. I like the fact that the people who were putting in long hard hours and investing the hefty amounts of cash needed to field a competitive bike on the track did it for the love of the sport, plain and simple. It’s refreshing to see racing that not only has room for, but encourages the little guy. And on any given Sunday they can, and do win it all. It’s still very much a working man’s contest.
After the races Gail and I hung out and watched the racers, crews, families, and friends relax and enjoy the moment. Bench racing was in full swing and you could hear laughing all around. Even the guys who were still working on their bikes trying to figure it out for future runs seemed to take it down a notch or two. It was a very cool scene and as we walked out of the now silent track I couldn't help but feel a sense that we'll be ok after all.
With the lack of major sponsors backing teams again this year the pits continued to have a growing grass roots family feel to it. There were a good number of husband and wife and family teams working side by side with the more seasoned and well-healed veterans. I like the fact that the people who were putting in long hard hours and investing the hefty amounts of cash needed to field a competitive bike on the track did it for the love of the sport, plain and simple. It’s refreshing to see racing that not only has room for, but encourages the little guy. And on any given Sunday they can, and do win it all. It’s still very much a working man’s contest.
After the races Gail and I hung out and watched the racers, crews, families, and friends relax and enjoy the moment. Bench racing was in full swing and you could hear laughing all around. Even the guys who were still working on their bikes trying to figure it out for future runs seemed to take it down a notch or two. It was a very cool scene and as we walked out of the now silent track I couldn't help but feel a sense that we'll be ok after all.
Kind of makes me want to run off and join the circus.
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