TopFuel@Lions
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Just days away from Winternats # 60. Here are some random memories in no order
*Going to my first in 65, some race. dad and I went Friday and got to see little as fog ruined the day. Sat was wet. We went on Sunday for the one-day wonder. What a long day but intense. Everything was overwhelmed off the track, parking, concessions, the porta poties , and so on.
*66 watching Shirley Shahan win, what a AA/FD show.
*Larry Reyes huge flip in the lights with Roland's bulky Charger
*Bernstien busting out the wild Buick and his final round wreck in his TF in 93.
*The 78 multi-week weather fest, that was a marathon.
*67 race when Connie won with his cammer. That race got real heated in the stands by us. Dad, me, and our group were strong Chrysler supporters, next to us were some partisan Ford folks, as the day wore on the beer and booze by some on the other group got very emboldened as Connie went rounds, money was bet and the trash talk increased.
*The first year of AA/FC and Pro Stock.
*Wild Willy getting so sideways in first round of Comp.
*Garlits win in 71.
Those are just a very few, but this last one had a very big effect on me, our racing buddies from Lions, Bakersfield, and other tracks. It was the 79 edition. My dad was ultra sick with cancer, he was determined to make it on Sunday. I was at the track with his blessing on Friday and Saturday. My uncle picked him up Sunday morning, he felt so bad, somehow he managed to muster the strength and willpower to go. Uncle Joe got him to the track about 30 minutes before round one. Myself and our racing buddies helped him up the grandstands. He was sporting his Lions Drag Strip shirt and jacket, not many dry eyes when 'Jimmy' made it to his seat. In our group of about 30, many hugs and bench racing memories were shared.
He knew, we knew, this was going to be his last Winternationals, he had gone since the first in 1961. Just after the semi finals we helped him down the stairs , my uncle and myself, along with our buddies walked him to the car and my uncle drove him home, I could see his look on his way out, he was crushed.
Myself along with our group watched all the final round action, it was odd with out dad. It wasn't too long into that year that we lost him. That Sunday will always be special to me. Along with other tracks, Pomona bonded Dad and I and our buds.
TopFuel@Lions
*Going to my first in 65, some race. dad and I went Friday and got to see little as fog ruined the day. Sat was wet. We went on Sunday for the one-day wonder. What a long day but intense. Everything was overwhelmed off the track, parking, concessions, the porta poties , and so on.
*66 watching Shirley Shahan win, what a AA/FD show.
*Larry Reyes huge flip in the lights with Roland's bulky Charger
*Bernstien busting out the wild Buick and his final round wreck in his TF in 93.
*The 78 multi-week weather fest, that was a marathon.
*67 race when Connie won with his cammer. That race got real heated in the stands by us. Dad, me, and our group were strong Chrysler supporters, next to us were some partisan Ford folks, as the day wore on the beer and booze by some on the other group got very emboldened as Connie went rounds, money was bet and the trash talk increased.
*The first year of AA/FC and Pro Stock.
*Wild Willy getting so sideways in first round of Comp.
*Garlits win in 71.
Those are just a very few, but this last one had a very big effect on me, our racing buddies from Lions, Bakersfield, and other tracks. It was the 79 edition. My dad was ultra sick with cancer, he was determined to make it on Sunday. I was at the track with his blessing on Friday and Saturday. My uncle picked him up Sunday morning, he felt so bad, somehow he managed to muster the strength and willpower to go. Uncle Joe got him to the track about 30 minutes before round one. Myself and our racing buddies helped him up the grandstands. He was sporting his Lions Drag Strip shirt and jacket, not many dry eyes when 'Jimmy' made it to his seat. In our group of about 30, many hugs and bench racing memories were shared.
He knew, we knew, this was going to be his last Winternationals, he had gone since the first in 1961. Just after the semi finals we helped him down the stairs , my uncle and myself, along with our buddies walked him to the car and my uncle drove him home, I could see his look on his way out, he was crushed.
Myself along with our group watched all the final round action, it was odd with out dad. It wasn't too long into that year that we lost him. That Sunday will always be special to me. Along with other tracks, Pomona bonded Dad and I and our buds.
TopFuel@Lions