My family is big into cars.
My dad had his first race car in 1971.
He’s done dirt track racing, drag racing, street racing.
You name it; he’s probably done it.
He was [and still is] good at it too! And talk about one heck of a support system. There were very few races my mom ever missed.
My siblings and I were very lucky to grow up in the household that we did.
When I was 14 years old, my dad let me get behind the wheel of a Jr. Dragster.
At that age, you don’t know what to expect. Your adrenaline is flowing, your heart is pumping. What a rush. I get to drive a race car. Is this for real?
Yup. It was.
It was originally my brother’s car. He was only nine when he started. Then it got handed down to my sister, and then to me.
Fun fact: My father actually still owns the car to this day.
It was an experience that at the time, I took very selfishly. I wanted to win and that’s all I cared about.
For those of you that don’t know anything about racing, let me give you a very quick briefing.
In drag racing, you stage using a tree.
You want to get both yellow lights at the top lit. From there the tree goes down until green. If you do what’s called “roll in deep,” the top yellow light goes off, and you’re left with the bottom one only, increasing your odds of going red aka getting a red light and losing. Sometimes it’s good to roll in deep. But whatever you do, you need to be consistent.
This was my problem.
One time I would get them both. The next I would go deep. So on and so forth.
My dad is an excellent role model in my life, and I look up to him and my mom for advice on just about everything. But when I was 14, I was naive. I thought I could figure it out on my own. So every time I received feedback from him, I took it as criticism, and I gave up. I’m pretty sure I only raced one season because I felt too pressured to do good.
It’s funny what aging will do for you.
Many seasons have gone by since then, and several years were spent on the sidelines watching my dad and brother race.
Fast forward to present day. This year my dad is allowing me to race one of his cars. A Mustang. A favorite in our family.
I will be competing in the Sportsman class at Route 66 in Joliet, IL this summer, and I couldn’t be more excited!
I obviously want to do good, but it’s been a few years so I’m not getting my hopes up. It takes skill. It takes practice. And it takes patience.
I will definitely soak up any and all advice I’m given. I want to learn, and I want to do good!
It’s a hell of an adrenaline rush and a really great time to share with friends and family. So if any of you are in the area, you should come on over and watch!
Are you into cars? Have you ever raced before? What did you race?