08-01-2021, 01:43 PM
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Location: Beaverdam Virginia
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Originally Posted by elhelmete
I realized I didn't add any commentary...
Rock: first went in utero. Dad owned/drove trotters there, accordingly I thought he was as cool as Carl Yastrzemski. Never saw TBs there until years later, then it just became such a neat, bucolic day out, right up 93. I'd/we'd usually supplement a trip there with a trip to Granite State potato chips, Red Barn, Cuomo's, or a truck farm for some sweet corn.
Hollywood: the only SoCal track I consistently did "ok" on as a gambler.
Fairplex: meh. Too hot.
Detroit: skipped a couple too many classes at UofM to visit here. Was already on the decline by that time and I don't recall much.
Mass Fairs: memory is dim, as I only ever went as a kid, not an adult. I don't recall enjoying it much.
Wiggle-runners:
Foxboro: dad drove here too. hung out on the backside. Mgmt was not as liberal as Rock was about letting me join dad in the jog cart.
Scarborough: ditto. Visited a few years ago and got really nostalgic. Hit three exactas in a row with tiny pools and left quickly to find a good lobster roll.
Hazel Park: dragged many friends from UofM to enjoy a night of racing there.
Hinsdale: dad, see above.
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You never were tempted to follow in your father's foot steps? As someone with inside knowledge would you think it possible to drive and train as a hobby and keep a day job?
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