My first race was held on a horse trotting track at Legion Stadium in my hometown,Wilmington,N.C.It was exciting on that short "0" banked track. Biggest hazard was from fence splinters if you spun into it. Racing was really getting it together there when the neighbors complained of the noise & dust that blanketed their nice green lawns. Put up huge canvas sheets but the clamor & yammer won out so we die-hards had to search out other tracks which was an onerous task because if it wasn't Sir Malcom Campbell setting a new record,it wasn't news .Word of mouth from a few helped us.
Racing was somewhat dominated by those flat-head 239 C I Fords, Chevrolet's only engine was the overhead valve 216 Ci & lacked the oomph but one with a good driver that could sort of tune it to the track could win. Ford drivers pernitted the slightly larger GMC engine to be used & it was ,I believe,a whopping 228 CI which was an equailzer of sorts. Then a Chevy engineer [Duntov ?] produced a cam & the field was pretty level then.The GMC engine was used in the 2-door coupes that hauled 'shine & successfully outran everything but two-way radios. { Boy , do I have stories about that as an eyewitness !}
My eaddress is shown in my profile,wherever it is , so write me your phone # & let me know when you'd like to chat a bit. Wish I was a faster typist 'cause some of these tales are classics . Have written a lenghty memoir about most of my adventures but omitted racing completely.Will be 75 next month but other than suffering from a spinal injury during the Korean war,I'm still pretty much with it. These young forumites make me feel positively ancient BUT any day above ground is God's blessing.
Uncle Alan