We managed to end up sitting next to an older gentleman we shall hereafter refer to as "Jane Bane". Besides being a chain smoker, in rare breaks between cigarettes he broke our little baggies of peanuts and proceed to scatter the shells on us while getting most of the nuts in his mouth. Ahem.
This was counter-balanced by the entertaining visit to the canteen for popsicles. Making idle conversation when I made it to the front of the line, I asked the young lady (late teens) working the booth how she was doing....and was totally unprepared for the resigned reply of "You know....living the dream".
Exciting night of racing, complete with a car in the Bomber class ending up on it's side - we don't see that too often. Thankfully the wind stayed down until near the end, when things got a little dark and dusty. We topped off the night with a moonlit drive home under the stars along the Lake Erie shoreline.
To paraphrase The Tragically Hip:
It was in South Buxton
I saw the cars rushin'
Reveal themselves one tire at a time
Wetting the clay track
Sport Stocks
Late Models pass the grandstand....
....and slide through turns 1 and 2
Modifieds
Bomber class on the short track
#91 Bomber on it's side!
Racing under the lights
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