Memories of Bowman Gray Stadium...
When I was in grade school, mom and dad would pick me up right after school
and we would take off to Winston Salem. We cooked Vienna sausages on the exhaust manifold and ate crackers. At the stadium we would buy french fries with vinegar on them.

At the end of the night, we had glistenings all over us from the asphalt dust, and we would get a dozen doughnuts from Krispy Kreme near what has become historical "Old Salem". Krispy Kreme was right across from the old coffee pot where a colonist hid from the British one night in the 1700's.

The smell of alcohol/racing fuel mix has never changed from then until now all across
the small tracks still scattered around Florida and the South. Once you smell it, it never goes away.
-Senor Honda