Question of the Day for March 23, 2011
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My Uncles introduced me to NASCAR and local dirt track racing in the very early 70's. My first NASCAR race will always be special. Leading up to the race my Uncle Chris would read every newspaper he could find looking for any news about the upcoming National 500 at Charlotte. He would read the articals and show his excitement with his changing tones, especially if the artical was about David Pearson or the Woods Brothers. The morning of the race we packed food and drinks and headed off the Charlotte. All the way there he would re-live past races and tell me of stories he grew up with. As we stood in line to get tickets he balenced a large foam cooler full of his beer and repeatedlly told me, "If something happens and you need to stop, get off the steps or these fools will run over you." The seating wasn't reservered then on the back straight a way and it was first come to the best seats.
The ticket booth openned at 8:00 and we were at the window, bought our tickets ($8.00) and took our place in line at the gate and within a few minutes the gates were opened and we races up the steps to claim our seats. It was then that Uncle Chris dropped his cooler and beer and ice covered the steps. He tried to stop but was caught in the flow and was pushed up the steps, leaving his beer behind for any who were brave enough to stop and gather the free suds.
When the race was over, I couldn't hear, I was badly sunburned and I was so tired I wondered if I would make it to the car for the trip home. I was miserable. But somewhere in all the misfortune a seed was planted. One that has continue to grow and still fills me with excitement, joy and the passion that I live for. I owe Uncle Chris more than he knows.
Great question, thanks for the memories.
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