my racing days

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in my younger days i raced stock cars it is what they called hobby stock.

My racing days started a long time ago in a land far, far away, LOL. We lived in waterloo, got involved in the sheriff’s reserve where I meet two guys Dell and Gary, we also got involved in CB radios. Dell and I lived just a few blocks apart, he was into making home brew and of cores we always had to sample his brew to make sure it was fit to drink. Between the three of us we knew a lot about cars, one Saturday afternoon as we were sampling the latest batch, Dell remembered someone told him about racing and building stock cars they told him it was hard and cost a lot to build one, so we started to talk about we bet we could do it. So, we started to check out the price of junk cars and material that we needed to build a car. So we went to talk to another friend of ours ran a towing service and picked up a car it was a 1963 & ½ ford we got the car for $30 Dell already had a lot of pipe to make the roll cage, so the next thing was to hook onto the car, pull the car to Dell’s garage he had a welder, so while Gary measured and cut the pipe Dell started welding, while they did that, I gutted the car or removing everything out of the car, then I worked on getting the motor running by the end of one weekend we had built our first stockcar a few more samples of the home brew and talking it over we thought the car project was easy so we found two more cars and built two more cars so all three of us could go racing and banging fenders. While none of us won any races we were having a blast burning gas and banging fenders, until one night a young kid decided to enter his 1958 Ford in the race the only thing was he didn’t know much about racing and had removed the shock absorber, we all lined up for the start of the race everyone knew about the dip in number one turn but the young kid did not so the young man with the 58 ford hit the dip standing his car on end, everyone tried to maneuver around the pileup by I hooked the bumper of Gary’s car pulling me Dale into the mess the wreck wiped out mine and Gary’s cars. While Dale’s car could still run he and Gary decided their racing days were over, so I decided to buy Dale’s car for $15.00 and continue racing, by the end of the season the only place that didn’t have a dent was the roof, the rules were changed we could no longer pull the cars to the track with a chain we had to put them on a car trailer, I couldn’t afford to buy a trailer so my racing days were over.


Submitted: August 25, 2020

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