| Bitten |
I must have been about five years old when I was
"bitten" by the racin' bug. For as long as I could
remember, I could not wait to go to the race track on a
Saturday night. You see, we had a ritual on Saturdays.
In the morning Dad would disappear to the shop to work
on the car. Then about lunch time we would meet him
at one of our favorite eating places, have lunch, then go
our separate ways again. Mom would take us girls home
and get us ready for the "Big Night."
"bitten" by the racin' bug. For as long as I could
remember, I could not wait to go to the race track on a
Saturday night. You see, we had a ritual on Saturdays.
In the morning Dad would disappear to the shop to work
on the car. Then about lunch time we would meet him
at one of our favorite eating places, have lunch, then go
our separate ways again. Mom would take us girls home
and get us ready for the "Big Night."
Dad would eventually get home, and sit in his recliner, and watch the weather channel. These
minutes that he would sit there, watching TV, seemed to last for hours. He'd soon get up, go
change clothes and we'd be on our way to the track. There was a few nights, that I can
remember when my sister, Bethany, and I were really little, that Mom would get a baby sitter
for Bethany and would make me stay home. Ohhhh, how those nights seemed to drag on. I
was a track girl from the word go.
minutes that he would sit there, watching TV, seemed to last for hours. He'd soon get up, go
change clothes and we'd be on our way to the track. There was a few nights, that I can
remember when my sister, Bethany, and I were really little, that Mom would get a baby sitter
for Bethany and would make me stay home. Ohhhh, how those nights seemed to drag on. I
was a track girl from the word go.
