For those more refined readers of mine, red necks really do go to a track and take their junk cars and race figure eights along with other drivers. In case I need to clarify further, that means you could more likely than not encounter other cars heading for the same intersection of the eight that you are.
It's a matter of playing chicken, do you speed up to avoid the car heading for that same piece of real estate or do you slow down and let the other guy hit it and have some braver driver behind you get ahead of you?
Yes, we are in need of serious entertainment here in the flyover state.
We sat far up in the stands and pulled our jackets tight around up to avoid the breeze. We noticed that we could look below the stands and directly below up open for all to see was the women's restrooms. We made sure not to visit the lovely accommodations given that anyone could look underneath the bleachers and get a rather gross view.
Midway through the second race one guy was moving toward our end of the eight and just received a light glancing blow to his car as he raced through the eight. He came to a stop and the retaining wall just a few feet from us.
Everyone in the stands could see the guy was not moving.
At all.
At first we thought maybe he had hit his head however when he did not move for a full minute everyone in the stands was waving down the officials in the race. When a medic came to check on him, he summoned an ambulance and they worked on him as they hauled him away. We later learned he had a heart attack on the race field and unfortunately didn't make it.
It was late when the races were over and we went back to the pits to see our buddy who had been in one of the races.
As we weaved our way through the mass of junked cars we noticed a creepy looking guy with long stringy gray hair hanging around. When he turned around, I tried not to keep my eyes from bulging out.
Where his nose should have been was a huge open hole that appeared to go straight back. The shock of seeing him, especially that he just seemed creepy if he had had a nose was just a little too icky amongst all the other red necks in the pits.
Our friend who was in the race explained the guy had just gotten out of prison. He had murdered his girlfriend and then attempted suicide by placing the gun in his mouth. However as can happen in those cases, he didn't have it aimed straight up to his brain, it merely shot off his nose from his face.
It still gives me creeps just thinking about him.
Hope you stay clear of noseless murderers this Halloween.
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I used to love the 8's, but there are no tracks that have them around here. Just good ole dirt and asphalt racing.
It's sure one crazy race.
Holy crap...I'm the only one still up, and now I have to walk through a darkened house and hope I don't run into any noseless murderers. Sheesh.
Sorry Mrs. W. I was watching the Sixth Sense while I was writing this yesterday. I tried to google an equally scary pic of a noseless murderer, but sadly ( or maybe not so sadly) I couldn't locate thr equivalent. The only poor guy without a nose looked like someone's favorite uncle.
Mrs Who...that's hilarious...great comment!
Rita, this is SUCH a great, creative Halloween post...you are so clever.
I'd love to see that Figure 8 racing some time...I've never heard of it, but wish I had!
The nose thing? Well...."holy crap!"
By the way, I have to concede to you about Elisabeth Hasselbeck; she is light years better than she'd been on The View and I'm even quite impressed.
Good call, Rita....I was wrong!
"The only poor guy without a nose looked like someone's favorite uncle."
There are young ladies at work who inexplicably call me "Uncle Ed".
I am favorite uncle to many.
I have a nose.
I lived a mile away from Flat Rock Speedway growing up and they've had figure eight for over 50 years.
No grandstand view of the ladies bathroom though.
Thx Z. I had forgotten about our conversation on Hasselbeck. I haven't watched her in the morning yet.
Z, I think you would get along with us rednecks in the flyover state. But I'd warn you, spectators of figure 8 races are almost as interesting as the race itself.
It was quite dark when we went back to the pits. And you get an even better entertainment with those that are back in the pits which are normally the drivers and their back yard mechanics and family.
Never saw anyone quite like the noseless man. It made it so much worse knowing he had actually murdered someone. I certainly had no sympathy that he got to spend the rest of his life looking like something from a Vincent Price movie.
And Ed, we both know that the crowd is looking for cars crashing into each other. And then you hope they aren't injured.
Hey Z, have you ever seen a demolition derby?
INDIANA....how I miss you.
Where else can you watch women peeing, a man dying, and see a man without a nose and it's just another night at the races.
So true Dana. So true.
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