So for the downtime of racing season between now and 2017 Speedweeks, I don't plan to do a lot of racing research or meaningful blogging. Instead, I thought I'd just share some random stories from days at the track over the years. I don't really have much of a plan or schedule. I'm guessing one story trigger a memory and will simply lead to another post. So here goes.
A bud of mine and I rolled into Talladega in May 1992 for a weekend of racing and fun. That weekend as has been documented previously is best remembed by us as the flashpoint for our Schaefer beer tradition. But we also met a few characters - as is generally the case with any trip to Talladega.
We were setting up our tent, readying the grill, unloading the coolers, etc. when a couple of good ol' boys wandered over. The conversation went a little something like this.
Bubba: Y'uns been down here afore?
Me: Yeah, a few times.
Bubba: Was y'all here last year?
Me: As a matter of fact, we were. We...
Bubba: Yeaaahhh man, we served a mess a'breakfast that day. Dang.
(Bubba #2 chuckled a bit to break his silence.)
Bubba: Man, we had people from everywheres over thar. Did y'all come over?
Me: No, we just had our thing going over here friend.
Bubba: I'm tellin' ya man. If I had a nickel for every cup of coffee we poured, damn. We woulda had about twen... well, we woulda had about four dollars.
TMC
I can certainly vouch that Talladega was the place to meet characters. I used to have to get to the track before the infield opened to campers. What an eclectic group that was lined up to get in. Keep the stories coming, please.
ReplyDeleteGreat memory Chase. Surprised you used the term "bud" since that is not your brand. Thanks for emailing me the notice of this. Can't wait for more.
ReplyDeleteThe fortunes lost by not paying close attention.
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