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“Hey, it’s just one subscription, how could it matter….right?”

Back in the mid 60’s when I was a young teenager going to the races at Hollywood Speedway  there was this old character who ambled through the stands and the pits as the night evolved. He was short, stocky, hard to tell his age, when your 14 everyone else usually looks either very old or very young.  I do remember he was wizened, and had the ambling, bow legged gait of an old seaman with a hip injury. He wore a this battered old black beret cap, had a grimy old canvass change purse around his waist…..and under his arm he carried a stack of National Speed Sport News. As he ambled around, this booming voice would cry out; ” HEEEEEYYYYY…SPEEEEEEDDDD… SPOOOORT… NEEEE WWWSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!”  I would make sure I got my copy each and every week.  When Hollywood closed he came down to Hialeah Speedway and continued there. Same voice, same paper. You could always tell when he made his pass through the pits, everyone would then be reading about who did what and where. I could never bring myself to get a subscription to Chris’s great paper, because I felt I would be cheating the old man out of the 50 cents he would collect from me every week. One night, of course, the old guy did not show up, the paper sales were subsequently turned over to a stand. That was my green light,  shortly after that I then got my first subscription to Speed Sport News, and automatically renewed it year in and year out. As  I  could never bring myself to throw a racing  paper or magazine for that matter, away; boxes of them have  accumulated over the decades since. If not for Speed Sport News, there would have been no memorylaneracing.com   Because it was while going through some old, yellowed stacks of Chris Economaki’s  weekly bible we all have read and loved and tripping down memory lane that gave me the inspiration to cobble  photo’s, bits and pieces, etc from articles, headlines, adds, together with other assorted literature to tell some history of the sport in a visual, decorative manner. A solid year of work later and viola, five racing posters were born. Wondeful, now what could I do with them? I wrote a letter to the Economaki’s and sent them a full set of the posters, and asked if it was ok if I were to sell them.  The letter I got back from Corrine telling me how wonderful they were, how much everyone enjoyed them,  and giving me full permission to market them is a treasured memento.

Of course  that was after they had been consigned to the ages, so to speak. After the weekly acquisition,  there was the matter of information and news to absorb. As a avid reader, during the following week  I would consume the entire paper. It would move from my nightstand to the back of the commode, joining past issues and assorted racing magazines. I would read virtually every race result, learning about drivers and tracks I would never have known about otherwise. I would look at wonderment at oncoming races being advertised at  exotic racetracks far away, along with the purse breakdown.  Pore through the classifieds and day dream about the NESMRA Supermodfied for sale for 2,000 dollars, or the track champion late model for 1,500  or  maybe the 4 year old Indy car for 10 grand race ready, I could hit the big time, now where could I lay my hands on that 10 grand?  And usually in  a chunk or two, I always read every word of “From the Editor’s Notebook.” A great deal of the way I view the sport today  I owe to Chris Economaki and his wonderful paper.

But I feel very, very bad about something. And I think many of us have been guilty of what I am about to say, they just are not admitting it. Unlike them, I am going to Man up about it.  You see, I am one of those who succumbed to the lure of the paperless internet. I let my subscription to NSSN lapse, and get most of my racing news the same place most do nowadays,  on the great information superhighway.  I find it amusing that all of a sudden, everyone is posting, on the internet of course, about how they have all been faithful subscribers to Speed Sport News  since kindergarten. Right. Sure you have.  Just like  how everyone in S Florida supported Hialeah Speedway.  LOL..that’s  an internet expression…Btw.  The night they ran their last race, you could not get into the place. Cars out onto Okeechobee Road, standing room only, everyone wailing about how they had been coming here since the days of Red Farmer, how they  always supported the track, and how could this have happened? Three weeks earlier there were 50 people in the stands, if that. I’m sure that Chris and Corrine will sell a ton of the last issue of NSSN, how many copies of the one printed 3 weeks ago do you think they sold?

We assume things will last forever, the things that we love and care about anyway. But like love itself, they cannot last without being supported and cared for. Buying the last issue of a paper going out of business, like going to the last race at a closing racetrack is not what is going to save the things we care deeply about.  I know that my one, lonely subscription was not what made, or broke Chris and Corrine’s lifelong work . No, mine was just one, thin, strand; one thread of a rope…that gradually lost one strand after another and finally could not hang on any longer. Like newspapers across the land, one either joins the digital revolution or is trampled by it. Maybe someone in the racing community with deep pockets will come along and rescue things, and what does that say about the community? That our greatest paper needs charity to survive?

I have to say that this event triggered a small one around this homestead.  I subscribe to three car magazines;  Car and Driver, Road and track, and Autoweek. Its no secret, money is tight right now. And I have really been thinking about dropping Road and Track, in fact I have been known to have let my subscription lapse before. I had just gotten the absolute  last “final notice” this past  week, and just after that I got the shock  of the demise of Speed Sport News. That galvanized me into action, and I sent my subscription and check  to R&T the very next day….Like I could have done a few years ago with NSSN. Now its different.  I already have  the loss of one cherished paper on my conscience, and I will not have another one.

 

Back to the 70′s in more ways than one down in Florida

We took our annual pilgrimage to Daytona for Speedweeks  this past February. How could we not?  I have been going to Florida races in February since 1966.  In fact, I have not missed a single year  since then. Of course, it helps to be from the place!  But even recently when we did our  Pacific NW experiment for three  years, we still managed  every year to get back to Florida in February. It so happened that we were standing in the pits at East Bay Raceway down in Gibsonton in 2008 as the All Stars were  being pushed  out  for their feature on the final night when  Debbie turned to me and said, ” lets move back.” I said “ok”, and that was that.

So I know something about racing in Florida during the 70′s, and this year there really was a 70′s flavor to things down here.  East Bay Raceway went back to its roots, so to speak with a non 410 sprint car series that brought a distinct grass roots feel to the program. Back in the Mid 70s’ that was the feel there and the place sure got back to it this year. The Non Winged sprinters of USAC put on a great show at Ocala, just like the non winged cars of the IMCA used to do at the Tampa Fairgrounds around that time of the year. I saw the sprinters of USAC run the new Hollywood Speedway  pavement  track in the early 70′s, Gary Bettenhausen won the feature the one night they ran there.   Over at New Smyrna the annual Richie Evans memorial race was run, the greatest Modified racer of all time was a regular at that track every year. And over at the “big Track”, the jump in speed for the two car draft, the repaving of the track, the incredible ways the radio use revolutionized itself right before our eyes, all of this was  absolutely reminiscent of the shake-up of the Plymouth Superbirds and Dodge Daytona’s of the early 70′s. And Buzzie Reutimann was a regular near the front  in his open wheeled modified on the Dirt, now I ask you, is there anything more 70′s than that??

But for true 70′s nostalgia, nothing could top the Volusia County Speedway on Feb 11th,12th and 13th.  Because from about 1975 on, if there was a big money Sprint Car show anywhere other than USAC you had to deal with a stocky Blonde racer from Bloomington, Indiana  who absolutely decimated the field year in and year out down here in February.  And at the World of Outlaws opening series in 2011, we all took a trip back in time to 1978. I don’t know how he does it, no-one does. I doubt he knows. He is beating good young racers who were not even alive in 1978. And yes, there is a weight limit nowadays in the World of Outlaws, but that is recent news. Steve was deep in his 50′s and winning races beating guys not only young enough to be his son but who weighed 100 pounds or more less. Remember, this is a sport where thousands of dollars will be spend to machine 15 lbs off of an aluminum block for Christ’s sake. Where holes are drilled in steering wheels.  And there sits the king of the Outlaws in all his mid life glory. Come to think if it, that’s how many race car drivers LOOKED in the 70′s.

And when he got behind the wheel, Steve Kinser showed everyone that the magic of the 70′s was still there. He came out Volusia leading in points with two wins and a second, and soon had another win.  His Nemesis Sammy Swindell, who also has been kicking  ass down here in February for decades  as well  has also picked up a win. And as I write this, I hear Jimi Hendrix on the radio blasting out “Purple Haze”. If I turn on the TV and see Nixon scowling the immortal  “I am not a crook,” I  will  truly  maintain this time traveling mode ……and freak out!

The bottom line here is that for a very long time me and a whole lot of other folks have been enjoying the yearly ritual of, one way or the other, getting to at least one racetrack in Florida in February. For many its “down in Florida”. For us lucky folks its; “heading over to…….” Or “goin’ up to….”. It could be the two and a half mile world famous Daytona International Speedway, the oh so racy East Bay Raceway just south of Tampa,  an asphalt Speedbowl like New Smyrna Speedway, or maybe someplace else. No matter, there will be old friends wherever you go, and always new ones as well. And of course, great racing.  Perhaps you, like us have  a favorite restaurant, perhaps a familiar bar, and there will always be the unexpected, unplanned nugget of an experience to be treasured. That great Jimmy Buffet song,  “Stories we could tell” comes to mind.” There is a line in it that goes; “….and if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel, you do it for the stories you can tell.”  How true that is.  It feels right to be at a racetrack in Florida in February, and when something feels right it generally is. I’m going to paraphrase a quote from the late great Sprint car chauffeur Gary Patterson; “If I am not at a Florida racetrack  in February you’ll know I’m dead.”