Saturday, September 8, 2012

A Night at the Racetrack

A couple Saturdays ago, my friend Laura, her husband Josh, and I went to the Winder Barrow Speedway.  Technically, this isn't on my list of 50 Adventures.  But given that I've never gone, and it seemed like an adventure, I'm going to count it anyway.

If you're unfamiliar with Winder, it's kind of a mix of old-school rednecks and traditional suburbanites.  Well, the racetrack is not really a mix of anything, it's pretty much just straight old-school redneck.  I think the ratio of trucks WITH Rebel flags to the trucks without Rebel flags was somewhere around 3:1.
We got there a little before the races started and found a spot to park the truck (without Rebel flag) up on the hill overlooking the track.  There were seats in what turned out to be a more family-friendly area, but we figured we'd tailgate from the back of Josh's truck.

Once the races started, we got to see how truly country Winder can be.  First off, the track is a dirt track, so  no NASCAR style racing here.  Second, the racers are all local people (nothing against people from Winder in general, I do teach there!), so the level of cars were quite unique.  Some had duct-taped their numbers onto the side of the car, hoods flying off, no windows.  Granted, some were pretty nice considering the race, but overall, especially in the lower-level races, the cars were pretty awesome.

The big races were the ones with the nicer cars, and those were actually a little more legit.  No duct-taped numbers, Mater the tow truck didn't get called out every 3 laps (seriously, it looked like Mater), and the cars were really flying.

Surprisingly, we actually had a really good time. We're already planning our return trip!

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