Post by spud on Mar 8, 2020 8:42:40 GMT -8
So my wife got a part time job. Workin at xtreme raceway, over mear palmer tx. About 25 miles away. Galen Smith’s place. Galen was a local kid I knew, a south dallas ( desoto tx) kid that street raced a bb 1st gen camaro. So i know of him and his lifetime of drag racing. I think he is a few years younger than me. Xtreme raceway is his project and replaces the kennedale raceway, now gone. So i went out there last night, to hang out with my wife some while she sold t shirts and stuff. It was a quite cool, damp with a mild southerly breath of breeze that ventilated the smells of racing northward. I told my wife lee expect a fair amount of african presence. Thats a given on saturday night, as they love to trade fat wads of cash over the racing. The event was dubbed “ north south challenge” and it encompasses unlimited cars from dallas( north) and houston ( south) competing in respective north/ south sides of the track. There was a strong turnout for this event, and i had a great time. The timing lights were covered and it was anyones guess how fast these cars were to keep the grudge racing lively. Management knows how to keep it interesting. A full field of rediculously fast “ street cars” ( back halfs and a few full tube chassis race cars) blown, turbo, turbo nitrous,heavy nitrous, whatever, no limitations on anything. The sun set and it cooled off more and hoodie sales were good so lee was turning money. The tire smoke started, the weed smoke started and the place was jumpin with happy animated black folk all giddy to bet on cars. South dallas at it finest party mode, with the fastest eye candy in dallas and houston fueling the frenzy. I mingled and wandered the staging lanes eyeballing the machines and crews, working my way to the starting line with was full of people, mingling within touching distance of the high powered machines doing burnouts and staging. The m.c. Was ratchet jawing ebonics over the event. Rap music rambling in his background over the p.a system, beer toting blunt smoking people of all ages with pockets full of cash all having a helluva saturday night. A blown nitrous bbc ratty old 55 chevy blasted off,lost traction , pedalled and blasted off again and the old rubber holding the back glass gave up, and i watched the glass leave its home, float to the ground and shatter into glitter as the 55 dissapeared into another dimension. The crowd went crazy. The kid next to me got handed a roll of cash bigger than his fist. Lmao. They spent 20 minutes sweeping glass off of sticky rubber. I went to see my wife who was tired and told her its gonna be a late one. And it was.