Our camp was on the sleazy side of town, right across from an open dirt lot. This was a smart move, since most of the night guys where doing burn-outs and lighting half sticks of dynamite!
That first afternoon in San Felipe, a little race was scheduled. So an hour before the race, the track was open for practice.
The term "track" is used pretty loosely here...
You see, all you have to do is find a dirt lot and tell the bastards it's a dirt track, and what you end up with is a bunch of bikers with antique equipment screwing it on...
Brilliant!
5.15.2011
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