I can’t even remember how it came up. We were in my dad’s truck going somewhere (why waste my gas?)…so it was probably going to check on my grandma on Saturday, do some shopping for her and run other errands. I was in the backseat and racing came up…probably because it was Saturday and I mentioned hoping to be home in time for the start of the race.
Somehow our local dirt track came up. I have vivid memories of my dad going to the local dirt track with his friend and their sons. Yep..the boys. But for some reason my dad thought I had been there and said…something like Oh you remember when [friend] would run the figure 8 and we would sit up in the stands and he would wave. I was like “Um… I have never been to the Watsonville Speedway…you would take [brother] not me.”
He looked at me in the rearview mirror “Are you sure?” I said I was sure…that [brother] was always the one he took with him. What I didn’t say was how I was always jealous because racing was my thing not my brother’s….how I always REALLY wanted to go only to be shunned for being a girl. This is not to say that my dad didn’t spend time with me…he did. But he spent MORE time with my brother. The local races. Hunting. Fishing (although sometimes I got to go fishing too). It was about that time that I started to kinda ween myself off of racing…I didn’t follow it as closely for several years because most of my friends weren’t into that kinda thing. My big thing is that I would get one of my dad’s coworker’s NASCAR YEARBOOK thingy and sticker each year. I wish I had thought to keep those…but I digress.
I didn’t stop watching…if I was home and there was a race on…(cart, nascar, NHRA- didn’t really matter) I was probably watching it. I, of course found my way back to being a full-on race fan…through my dad who actually took me to an CART race….at our OTHER LOCAL TRACK. That’s right…he took ME…not my brother. It was just him and I and it will probably stand out in my mind as one of the best times we had together just the two of us. I remember him sparing no expense to make sure we had paddock passes so we could wander around the garage and stuff….I remember the smells and sounds…but that is another entry.
He mentioned perhaps going to what use to be Watsonville speedway sometime…I don’t know if we will actually go…sometimes these kinds of things are mentioned but never followed through for whatever reason.