My Dad and I have our birthdays on the 11th of different months. Today is Dad's birthday. I called my parents in Florida and wished him a very happy day. This is his eighty first birthday. One of many things I remember about my father is that for a number of years he raced cars.
Here Dad, with Mom on his left, is surrounded by friends after he won the main event in the summer of 1953. I do not know where the trophy is but I did find a newspaper write up about the event. (Take a look a the flowery draperies and green lamp.)
That is me perched on top of a wrecked car.
Police, ambulance and spectators converged on the scene expecting serious injury but Gene climbed from the car unhurt. The car, however was a complete loss."
Dad raced on a team with his brother in law. The cars were 11 and 711. My Uncle Carroll raced long after Dad quit. Carroll drove 3/4 midgets after he stopped racing stock cars. Growing up Dad had relatives in the automotive and collision business. As a kid he hung around them learning the repair and mechanic trades. I suspect Dad and Carroll did most of the work on the cars. Hook's Radiator was their sponsor.
At the raceway we always sat in the same spot. I recall the stands were white painted boards and rather high. Usually we sat about a fourth of the way up but when I was older I was allowed to sit at the top once or twice. The summer before I started school, I wore a white and red striped dress with a narrow black patent belt that was bought new for Kindergarten round up to the races. I think the thing I liked best was the concession stand and the fireworks on the 4th of July.
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Happy Birthday to your Dad. May all his wishes come true. Wonderful photos and love the one of you atop that car. Vroom!
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