Vroom, vroom
In the parade of vehicles that we’ve owned, there was once a ’79 Camero Z-28. Dark blue, not in the best shape, but still a nice little car. Dad and I used this car in ways other than intended. Well, one way, really.
We went drag racing.
This wasn’t street racing. This was track racing. Every weekend that fall, we loaded the car up on the trailer and headed to the track. We stopped at McDonald’s and grabbed breakfast sandwiches and something to drink and would chat about all kinds of things during the drive. Houses, trees, things going on around us, etc. It was great - it was wonderful to have that time with my father, especially since my brother and mom didn’t ever want to come with us. So it was just me and my daddy, which I loved even if I wouldn’t admit it as a teenage girl.
We ran the car in heavy class and trophy class - the heavy class was more competitive than the trophy class, with more cars that were engineered and maintained strictly for racing, including the true dragsters, so Dad raced in that class while I ran in trophy class.
I have a trophy up in my room that I won in one of those races, the race that I had a perfect light in. Beyond the trophy, I have terrific memories of Saturday afternoons with my father.
We went drag racing.
This wasn’t street racing. This was track racing. Every weekend that fall, we loaded the car up on the trailer and headed to the track. We stopped at McDonald’s and grabbed breakfast sandwiches and something to drink and would chat about all kinds of things during the drive. Houses, trees, things going on around us, etc. It was great - it was wonderful to have that time with my father, especially since my brother and mom didn’t ever want to come with us. So it was just me and my daddy, which I loved even if I wouldn’t admit it as a teenage girl.
We ran the car in heavy class and trophy class - the heavy class was more competitive than the trophy class, with more cars that were engineered and maintained strictly for racing, including the true dragsters, so Dad raced in that class while I ran in trophy class.
I have a trophy up in my room that I won in one of those races, the race that I had a perfect light in. Beyond the trophy, I have terrific memories of Saturday afternoons with my father.