Hatin Since 87
Bacon Hater
We have a few here that frequent racetracks, or used to in their younger years. It seems like every weekend something would happen that was so crazy you’ll always remember it. So here’s a place to share a few.
I grew up with family members that raced, 3 of them every weekend. My first crazy memory was once at paragon I saw a sprint car flip out of turn 2 all the way off of the turns 3/4 banking. The engine came out, the floor came out, his legs were flailing around, arms hanging out of the car. I don’t remember what his injuries were, I was probably 8 or 9.
Another time, same track, I saw a sprint car go off turn 3, through the fence, and hit a car in the parking lot head on. They would allow fans to park right up to the fence and the parking lot is off of turns 3 and 4, so it was a matter of time. I believe now they have another layer of fence.
Once at Sullivan when they were still open, during the modified feature we were leading and a caution came out. They black flagged somebody, not sure why don’t really care. He refused to leave the track. Track officials drove a 4 wheeler out to try to steer him to the pits but he refused. Eventually, someone on his crew came flying out of the pits on their own 4 wheeler, doing laps around the track and spitting towards the officials and some of the drivers. This was all while the cars continued rolling around under yellow. We were worried we weren’t gonna make it on fuel, but we did. First feature win of the year that night.
Last one off the top of my head was at Terre haute dirt track. Was in the pits working on the car and a sprint car came flying over the turn 4 catch fence and into the pits about 30 feet from where we were working.
Remembered another. Not really an at the track moment more of a funny “we’re idiots” kind of moment. We won a feature race at Sullivan one night and on the way home ran out of gas with the car and trailer. My uncle has this bright idea to write on a poster board “feature winners, out of gas, please help” and stand on the side of the road holding the sign and trophy. Lots of honks but no help until a friend of ours from the track happened to pass by. Nothing like getting beat by a group that can’t remember to put gas in their rig.
I grew up with family members that raced, 3 of them every weekend. My first crazy memory was once at paragon I saw a sprint car flip out of turn 2 all the way off of the turns 3/4 banking. The engine came out, the floor came out, his legs were flailing around, arms hanging out of the car. I don’t remember what his injuries were, I was probably 8 or 9.
Another time, same track, I saw a sprint car go off turn 3, through the fence, and hit a car in the parking lot head on. They would allow fans to park right up to the fence and the parking lot is off of turns 3 and 4, so it was a matter of time. I believe now they have another layer of fence.
Once at Sullivan when they were still open, during the modified feature we were leading and a caution came out. They black flagged somebody, not sure why don’t really care. He refused to leave the track. Track officials drove a 4 wheeler out to try to steer him to the pits but he refused. Eventually, someone on his crew came flying out of the pits on their own 4 wheeler, doing laps around the track and spitting towards the officials and some of the drivers. This was all while the cars continued rolling around under yellow. We were worried we weren’t gonna make it on fuel, but we did. First feature win of the year that night.
Last one off the top of my head was at Terre haute dirt track. Was in the pits working on the car and a sprint car came flying over the turn 4 catch fence and into the pits about 30 feet from where we were working.
Remembered another. Not really an at the track moment more of a funny “we’re idiots” kind of moment. We won a feature race at Sullivan one night and on the way home ran out of gas with the car and trailer. My uncle has this bright idea to write on a poster board “feature winners, out of gas, please help” and stand on the side of the road holding the sign and trophy. Lots of honks but no help until a friend of ours from the track happened to pass by. Nothing like getting beat by a group that can’t remember to put gas in their rig.
