Been watching the Daytona Rolex 24 running just up the road on cable all evening. Took the dog out for his after diner walk and could hear the engines off to the north, in the distance but clear in the cool air. It's a beautiful song in the night. Brought back a different life I led years ago, Watkins Glenn, Pocono, the Trenton Dog Leg, chasing dirt track racing, sleeping in the car or camping in the infield, hotdogs and beer. To the south New Smyrna Speedway is running, a 1/2 mile asphalt bowl. The rise and fall of the pack running a short track sounds like a animal growling back at IMSA cars at Daytona Speedway.
God I love it! it makes my blood pump with goose bumps and always had since I climbed a tree outside the third turn at the Langhorn mile back in the sixties. Just had to throw this out, not many would understand.
Back to the race