It was the late 60's when I became intrigued with car racing. Watkins Glen track was my first and it was a great place to start. Not only is the Glen one of the most famous race tracks, the race was a Formula One race. F1 is the pinnacle of racing and is what most open-wheel race car drivers strive for, only the very best race Formula One.
The new V12 Honda was making it's debut at the Glen this year and like many others, I strived for a close look at the car. I nudged my way to the car and wound up standing directly behind it, staring straight into the exhaust pipes. Well, they fired it up and standing behind the exhaust turned out to be the wrong place, knocked me over backwards and it took quite a while to get my head to stop spinning from the exhaust fumes. But hey, I was young and crazy, so it was all worth it.
Next up was Mosport in Canada, again another F1 race. I don't remember much about this race except shorts, black socks and loafers. Not on me, but very prevalent in Canada at that time. I'm sure the style has changed by now.
After moving to Clearwater, Florida in my senior year of high school, a story for another time, I went to another couple of very famous tracks - Daytona and Sebring.
Sebring was and still is, a twelve hour race, starting at noon. There was a ferris wheel across from the start line. I sat and timed it then calculated when to get on so I would be at the top when the race started, told you I was a little fanatical. It worked, a spectacular view of the start, and they don't start races like that anymore.
This was when they still used LeMans starts. Drivers would line up on one side of the track and their cars on the other. At the signal they would sprint to their cars, start the motors and take off with a deafening roar in a cloud of burning rubber, makes my heart pound just thinking about it. An amazing, once in a lifetime experience.
I had also decided I had to get into the pits, you know, just to round out the experience. Found a stack of wheels near the fence that was keeping us mortals out of the pits. Picking the top tire from over the fence, I walked into the pits, the tire on my shoulder, I was in. And, yes, I put the tire back.
It was a very exciting place to be, with all the famous drivers and owners just feet away - Dan Gurney, Jim Hall, Mario Andretti just to name a few. The race was won by Jim Hall and Hap Sharp driving one of Hall's Chaparrals, cars that were know because their innovations and contributions to the sport of car racing. He was the first to use a high rear wing and even tried adding a fan to produce more downforce by sucking the car to the track. This was quite an era for sports car racing.
I even shook hands with the legendary Carroll Shelby, of Cobra cars fame, one of only two people I ever wanted to shake hands with. The other was Mohammed Ali and yes, I did. Side note: I also stood side-by-side with Ali at a urinal in Las Vegas and no, I did not compare parts.
The race ended, I needed a quite place to sleep, wasn't going home until morning, so I got my sleeping bag and jumped a fence that put me next to the track - a mistake. A few cars found there way onto the track and probably in a drunken stupor, decided to try their hand at racing. I woke to see head lights coming straight at me, luckily they made the turn. I went back over the fence.
Daytona turned out to be much less eventful and aside from remembering a lot of drunken people, the only thing I remember is sleeping in a trunk, it was a big trunk, feeling it would be safest place to spend the night. I did throw something over the latch so I could not get locked in.
Go to the races and eventually getting to drive race cars in SCCA (Sports Car Club of America) came later. Having a family put an end to my racing career.