I guess it was only natural that I would grow
                   up to race, because my family's racing heritage goes
                   back to my dad's uncle who promoted races at the
                   Southside Speedway in Richmond,Virginia, which
                   became one of the first tracks to be sanctioned by
                   the "new" NASCAR organization in the 50's. My
                   dad and his nephews, who grew up like brothers,
got the racing bug and put together a 1940 Ford coupe. They
painted it yellow and put a big red #4 on the side and went racing.
        Dad's racing had to take a break when my sister and I
came along. He went to work for Reynolds Metals and was very
successful in the aluminum business. His vast knowledge and
keen interest in light metal processes impressed Reynolds enough
to send him to Kansas City to help get their new plant up and
running. He was so successful that in the mid 60's , he started
his own company. Having his own company allowed him to take a
serious interest in one of his employee's, Jim McMurray's local
sprint car racing.Well, this wasn't enough, dad still wanted to race
himself. After talking with some business associates who raced in
the Sports Car Club of America, dad bought a Formula V racer
and he went racing. Dad caught on real quick to the asphault
surface and began winning races left and right. I wasn't old enough
to get into the pits yet, but he would put me in the floorboard of the
station wagon and put a blanket over me, to sneak me in anyway.
All the racers knew I wasn't suppose to be in there, but they were
neat people and never said anything. Even the SCCA officials
looked the other way. Needless to say, I was in "little boy heaven".
I got to know all the drivers and all their cars by heart, and they all
knew where I would be when the racing got underway, on top of
our tow truck with my binoculars. There were several TV  & movie
stars who participated in SCCA racing during this time, which
included Steve McQueen,James Garner,Paul Newman, and Dick
Smothers of the Smothers Brothers.As a matter of fact we have a
picture of me standing 2ft from Dick Smothers looking at him
through my binoculars, because I didn't believe it was him !
                                                  During the 1968 racing season my
                                           dad hired a topnotch driver by the
                                           name of Kenny Williams to drive his
                                           sprint car, while Jim McMurray drove
                                           his sportsman car on the local tracks.
                                           They were on top of the world as
                                           Kenny would set the all-time world
                                           record for 1/2 mile tracks at Belleville
, Kansas and Jim would win races throughout the midwest. Dad was
also setting his own records, he raced in 23 National SCCA events,
winning 17 times.Combine that with two 3rd's and one 4th place, he
won the Formula Vee National title with a record number of
points,which stood for over 20 years. To say they were hungry for the
following season to start was an understatement. However, things
went terribly wrong that next year. First, experimental parts failed
on the Vee, and one weekend dad didn't want to run the sprint car
while he was out of town, the worst happened. Kenny raced a car for
Joe Booth at the Kansas State Fairgrounds in Topeka, during the
race,Kenny crashed and lost his life. That hit dad and Jim very
hard,you would not find a more likeable or talented guy than Kenny
Williams. The air kinda went out of dad, and on top of that Jim was
involved in a wreck later that would eventually stop his racing
career. For a number of years dad stayed away from racing ..........
but, like all real racers, he couldn't stay away. Dad wanted to get
back to dirt racing, but on a smaller scale, basically to set the ground
work for me in a few years. I was getting restless, and I'd probably
run 100,000 laps on my knee's with my model cars around our living
room rug. So,in 1975, dad started racing racing ministocks at
Riverside & Olympic in KC, and he got the bug again. Just like
                                 with the road racing dad became a regular
                                  winner in this new class. In 1976 a friend
                                  approached him about promoting the races
                                  at the big 1/2 mile Lakeside Speedway. He
                                  jumped at the chance , and found his new
                                  love in racing ...........as track promotor. This
worked good for me , because I got to know all the drivers real well
and during the '77 season, dad brought his ministock to the track
during the week a couple of times for me to drive. To say the least, it
was a blast. In 1978 dad sold his ministock and started building a
street stock for me to run on the asphalt at I-70 Speedway in
Odessa,Missouri ,"my favorite track", because thats where I wanted
to race since the first time I went there and saw a purple #99
mustang kick everybodies butt. That guy was to become america's
best short track racer ever and my favorite driver. His name was
Dick Trickle and he came from Wisconsin Rapids,Wisconsin.
I told dad I wanted to be just like him. Dad even
brought Trickle in to race at Lakeside on the
dirt , which he raced some. I was 15 years old,
and when my streetstock was finished , dad
decided it would be better if he shook the bugs
out of the car a few times before he turned me loose in it. My racing
career took a drastic turn in July when dad dropped the sprint cars
off the show at Lakeside and brought in the hobbystocks. We
decided it didn't make sense for me to race at I-70 when my dad ran
a top-notch dirt track in the area, so my dirt career was born on July
21st of 1978.
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