Sprint Car Racing at Tri-State Speedway on Father’s Day
I can remember being just about six-years-old, maybe even younger, and my dad tossed me into the passenger seat of his old Pontiac with a six pack of cheap beer and a couple of ham sandwiches. I had no idea where we were going, only that we were headed there in a hurry - fish tailing down gravel roads without our seat belts on...