A year or two ago, probably in the late 50's I can remember going to north Ga. with dad and his cars to a big race at Banks county speedway.A bunch of heavy hitters were there from S.C.-Tn.- Al. and N.C. It was early in the afternoon when we arrived so a lot of gossip was flowing to begin with.Dad and his bunch ran around with everyone shaking hands and telling more war stories. Eventually the business at hand become unloading and setting up the cars,how I know this? Because I was delegated to the top of the truck for the duration of the nite. A car next to us was one that was familiar to me as being a pretty slope backed 37 ford Maroon in color with a pretty #1 on it. Dad and this guy knew each other and another car im trying to recall its number was beside him,that driver always came over to dad because he was from Macon Ga. They talked a while about a race that was the week before and how it came out. He drove a lot of nascar races but always had time to talk it seemed.I remember dad telling about him I think falling asleep or something and hitting a bridge and about ended it there. I remember dad and Bob Brown and the bunch going to see him after the wreck.T.C.hunt was there also. A car with a big ole Chrysler V8 was there and another that had a Cadillac V8 in it and boy those cars would haul the mail on the straightaways but them flatheads would chew them up in the turns and coming out of the turn would be way ahead so it was see/saw every lap. I remember a six cylinder there that was wicked fast also but it came out of Al. so I didnt see it often.Friday Hassler was there with a V8 chevy powered coupe also and a bunch I cant even come close to naming but I always saw their cars at tracks from S.C. to Al. and to Fla.One car number stood out because it had a letter in front of the number,F97 and he was a cool operator. Well race time come and everyone went out and timetrialed and what a mess it was. The few slow cars there were at such a disadvantage that I almost think they pulled over to let the others go by. Back then the fast cars always started in the rear,fastest on tail then as they qualified slower they were put in line accordingly. I think there were 4 heat races and a trophy dash then the main event. I remember dad won one of the heat races and that #1 won one and dads other car finished second behind #1. The trophy dash was won by T.C.Hunt and the feature was on. Remember now the fastest start on the rear so it is a race to the front from the green flag to the finish. I turn so much watching the race I almost fall off from getting dizzy but somehow manage to hang on. A few laps in the caution flag waves and attention goes to a couple of cars stacked up in the fence.Red flag while it takes two wreckers to get one out of the fence and I know the drivers are hot because I am.After a little bit its back to the racing and green flag,by this time Dad and T,C, are banging on each other for the lead when they both loose it and float high in turn 4,and here comes the rest by,well thats what it takes to go from first to sixth in a flash. They battle back up and settle in dicing up through tthe pack to the front but luck has it and they run out of time. Old number 1 wins it with a car out of S.C. #8 I think comes in second .Dad and T.C. came in third and fourth with a heated battle going on behind for the rest of the positions. The flatheads finished up front and the six came in ahead of them big motors. One of the cars in the fence that night was one of dads cars so the nite was long getting that car to where it would flat tow back home. This was a typical weekend in my growing up because we were a racer family and you loved it. To get to go where we went and to see the places we saw was out of this world and the drivers and crews didnt argue,much, but if you broke down going to the track or going home you always had help,Ive seen the time a dozen cars would be on the shoulder helping another get going again.Motels were a luxury and when we stayed it was always at one that allowed work on the cars in back,and most did allow it. It was not unusual to see cars stopped at the river and everone washing the nights red dirt off them before continuing home. If you lived in that period you can set back and remember how it was, if you are to young to remember then all you can do is live off our dreams and hope and pray you write it down so our future generation can live the dream as we did because what we lived no one will ever get the chance again.This what I wrote is a true happening as close as I can remember it of a weekend in north Ga. racing. The #1 car was Joe Riddle senior,and the #8 was Ralph Earnhardt,with Roz Howard the other car,the other players I named were accurate because my dad retold a lot of stories to me and my son while he was on earth and now im doing my best to relate my past to the future generation.Below is a picture of my dad and his car that won him so many races and with a tow bar attached ready to go racing again.this is what i call--------------------------------memories