cancellation of the Supermodified show at the Madera Speedways’ Harvest
Classic was a real shock to the racing community. Since the early
70’s, the Supers have been the main attraction for this premier fall
race. The future of Supermodified racing may be at stake. Low car
counts, smaller crowds, a bad economy and an inattentive organization
have all been mentioned as the reason for its demise, but the dust has
not yet settled on this debate.
of dust, Troy went out and rounded up a ride in a wingless dirt sprinter
for Kings Speedway’s race that night. Let’s have some fun, he said.
What the heck if I haven’t driven one before... OK, we said, this
should be interesting. We think something happened to him in Idaho when
the #98 became the Baby Blue Dust
Bunny. He suddenly was
back on his dirt track go-cart, in a cloud of dust, wondering how he
left the track. But when the dust settled, he was in his super.
He has longed
for the dirt ever since Chaparral. And boy did he get it in Hanford. The
100 degree day was breathless. The residue soil hung in the air after
every lap on the track. The pits had the ambiance of a feed lot at a
dinner time stampede. The water truck was a rolling oasis, bringing five
minutes of relief before the next cough or sneeze.
practice session is allowed at this track, so getting the right setup on
the #28 was pretty tough. Troy, not being familiar with the car or track
had trouble getting his rhythm. Throwing a super modified into a broad
slide at the end of the straightaway is not recommended. In a dirt
sprint car, it’s standard operating procedure!
It’s a completely opposite driving strategy.
He qualified at the bottom of the rung and started the heat
race in the back. He stayed in the back, working on his technique.
He started the
main in 20th position (last) and managed to make it to 9th
by the checked flag. Still last. Eleven cars had dropped out during the
race. And he had something happen to him that he’s done to many
others: He got lapped by the leaders!
Caulk this one up to experience.
daughters came up to him after the race and told him they still loved
him even if he was last. They have seen him win many times and were a
bit taken aback that he didn’t win here. They had told their mom, at
the end of the race, “Daddy is last, he’s sooo last!”
finally showed up at the post race gathering. These dirt boys really
know how to rock! They welcomed us like long lost family. When the track
lights went out and the gate was about to be locked, they moved the
party to the lawn outside the track. Thank you guys, for the help,
advice and hospitality. And
on to Lost Wages... (Las Vegas Bullring)