Hey WCW....now you got me remembering back to when I was a kid, the parents would load me and my brothers in the family grocery go getter and head out to the track middle of the afternoon and eat and watch the races til the stroke of midnight. There is nothing finer than grass roots Saturday night short dirt track racin. The smell of methanol and dirt gettin thrown everywhere. Watchin guys slingin whatever kinda car into the corners at 100 plus miles an hour awesome, I really miss it.
