Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Thrill of Racing (A Poem)

There is nothing like the thrill of racing
Zooming down the track like there's nothing stopping you
Smelling the fumes from the other cars
The smell of burnt rubber and fresh paint   
Bumping and grinding your way to the front
Bumper to bumper down the straight away 
The thrill of racing is like jumping out of a plane at 100 mph
The sense of freedom all around you
Feeling the wind fly through your car
When you zoom past the crowd 
Watching a fireworks display
Thousands of sparks around you


The thrill of the race is like the thrill of the hunt
You finally catch up to your quarry and your heart is pumping
The prize is right in front of you
Everything counts on this one second
The spotlight is on you
Everything slows down for that split second 


Zooming past the finish line
With a gleam in your eye and a chuckle in your voice  
A fulfilled sense of accomplishment
They snap your picture with your trophy and you feel the memories being saved
That flash of light captures the whole experience
A picture is worth a thousand words 
  
   

Friday, January 23, 2015

My Biggest Pet Peeve About Racing

I love almost every aspect of racing except for one thing. My biggest pet peeve about racing is unsportsmanlike incidents. For the most part everyone in racing becomes like a family, but there's always that one guy that has to ruin the whole night. For instance, last year on March 12th, there was this one guy that showed up with his #4 Roadrunner and decided to run everybody off the track that night including my godfather. After the race the guy decided to come over and tell him to stay out of the way. Well this of course made him really mad and it took my dad and 2 other racers to keep him in his car. Another incident was when a sportsman racer got in a fight with another racer and slapped her, everyone was after him then. Another way of looking at the race family is a pack of wolves. An example of that is when a student racing the high school race car took out Kayla, another driver making her hit the wall. All the other racers were wanting to beat him up. This just shows that we are all family at the race track and when someones in trouble mostly everyone wants to help. So if you are feeling alone, and your looking for something to do in your community come to the race track; we are all family there.
This is a picture of my godfather Tim Abeyta, in the #9 and his team mate Grey Ethridge in the #3.
This is the first race of the year when he hit the wall and wrecked his car the first time.

This is a perfect example of unsportsmanlike racing; most of them don't go out there to wreck each other. There is always that one jerk that doesn't want to play by the rules.                   

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

The Birth of Stock Car Racing

Many people believe that stock car racing started during prohibition, but in reality it started around the time of the first automobile . It started in November of 1895 and stretched an estimated length of 52.4 miles. It started near the present-day Midway Airport in Chicago, Illinois and ended in Evanston, Illinois. This very first race was won by a racer by the name of Frank Duryea in a car he had designed and built himself! Surprisingly after that race things got more scattered, there were no organized races and the cars were still slower than horses. The earliest stock cars were open wheeled coupes  that were known as "true" racers, because they would dominate in races like the Indy 500.


    
      First ever Indy 500 winner  Ray Harroun in 1911.


The first official stock car race took place 14 years after the first car race it was called the "Long Island stock car classic". On August 7, 1915 Ralph Depalma won a stock car race at Chicago Speedway, on a track made entirely of wood. This type of racing led to modern day Nascar. One of the most famous racers was Dale Earnhardt senior, he drove the #3 car sponsored by Good wretch. Earnhardt senior became a well known race legend, winning several races including 4 Daytona 500, which was developed from the Indy 500. Dale Earnhardt senior died during the Daytona 500 on February 18, 2001. Earnhardt got in contact with Ken Schrader sending him nose-first into the wall then into the infield. Earnhardt's death did not come to be an all out loss, his death led to the making of the 5-point harness.This Is all that I know so far about racing history, I will update you with another post when I find out more about racing history.

  

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Why I'm Interested in Stock Car Racing

I am very excited to learn about stock car racing, seeing as I am going to be helping build a race car. I'd say my interest for this comes from being in a long line of mechanics in my family. This last summer I had the chance to work at a race track in Eureka, CA. My family and I are building a Mustang, Cobra 2 for the coming up race season, it will be in the mini stock class. We found the car on Craigslist for $500 in McKinleyville, CA. We even had the guy tow it to our house, and he did it for free. Another reason very interested in stock car racing, for one I haven't missed one race since I was three years old. The past four years, I have been helping my godfather build his race cars each race season. In a couple years after I find out how to build, tune, and race; I hope I will have my own race car.

So far what I have learned from working at a race track is, Road runners are the lowest and best class to start in, Mini stocks are the second lowest class and one of the least expensive classes. The Bombers are the third lowest and older looking cars, they are also a lot bigger. The Real stocks are the most expensive class below the Pro-fours, and they look a lot like a Nascar class. I have also learned from working at the race track that all the racers and track staff are like family; they may fight a lot but when someone wrecks, everyone is there to help. My family has experienced many crashes through the years, for example my godfather wrecked his car four times into the wall last year. The year before that my grandma hit the water barrels at 80 mph, breaking her arm, wrist, and leg. This year I'm looking forward to learning more about stock car racing, and sharing it with you.