Connecting Highway

hemicop · 04-06-2010, 03:25 PM

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Originally Posted by Lew Silverman

You're right, NY was kind of special! I get back up there for work every so often and the places have changed - more crowded and all. It was the perfect place for a "car guy" to grow up in the 50's and 60's. Match races at NY National and Westhampton, Wednesday night grudge runs at Raceway Park, and working Connecting Highway on Friday's! Cool!

I can remember getting up at dawn to go to NY Nat'l. It seemed so far away. Now living in Az. a 200 mile trip is so commonplace a trip to NY Natl. would now seem almost boring.
I remember my first trip to actually race-- I had just gotten my license & my buddy picks me up in the tow-truck, racecar on the back. I'm walking down the driveway & my Mom yells at me : " Have fun! Don't drive too fast!" I looked back at her and remended her just what we were doing & she got beet-red and just started laughing. I dn't think the "fun" factor will evr return

Lew Silverman · 04-06-2010, 05:00 PM

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Originally Posted by hemicop

I can remember getting up at dawn to go to NY Nat'l. It seemed so far away. Now living in Az. a 200 mile trip is so commonplace a trip to NY Natl. would now seem almost boring.
I remember my first trip to actually race-- I had just gotten my license & my buddy picks me up in the tow-truck, racecar on the back. I'm walking down the driveway & my Mom yells at me : " Have fun! Don't drive too fast!" I looked back at her and reminded her just what we were doing & she got beet-red and just started laughing. I dn't think the "fun" factor will evr return

I had somewhat the same experience - I had been working on my SS396 Chevelle all winter, headers, gears, dual quads (it was 1966!), GK camshaft, etc. The first nice weekend we're loading up and my Mom asks me where we we going. I said "Drag racing at NY National in Center Moriches", and she lost it! I had to explain to her exactly why I had been setting up the car. After a while she got used to it, and even made a few trips out there with my Dad. Funny what you remember after 44 years!!