nrc
06-25-06, 02:26 AM
We were cleaning out the attic in our old house today and I came across some stuff from my Senior year in high school ('79/'80). On the cover of one my notebooks among the doodles, one of my friends had written "[The President] is as incompetent as an NBA official." I had scribbled out "NBA" and written "USAC" over it.
This kind of jogged my memory because I usually consider that I really didn't become an open wheel fan until later in the eighties. I was interested in open wheel in the late '70s early '80s but not nearly as much as sports cars and road racing. My interest started to grow when they started racing at MidOhio, but in 1984 we moved to Florida. There were no champ car races in Florida, and of course TV coverage was spotty, so my interest really didn't grow much until we moved back to Ohio in '89.
You kids today with your interwebs don't appreciate what it's like to wait almost two weeks for On Track to arrive with your racing news. Hell, USAC would change the rules three times before you even heard about the first one. I used to walk two miles to the mail box and four miles back through two feet of snow in August for my racing news!
And sorry, if you were hoping to add my high school papers to your library I've thrown them out. This move has taught us a thing or two about hanging on to stuff for no good reason.
This kind of jogged my memory because I usually consider that I really didn't become an open wheel fan until later in the eighties. I was interested in open wheel in the late '70s early '80s but not nearly as much as sports cars and road racing. My interest started to grow when they started racing at MidOhio, but in 1984 we moved to Florida. There were no champ car races in Florida, and of course TV coverage was spotty, so my interest really didn't grow much until we moved back to Ohio in '89.
You kids today with your interwebs don't appreciate what it's like to wait almost two weeks for On Track to arrive with your racing news. Hell, USAC would change the rules three times before you even heard about the first one. I used to walk two miles to the mail box and four miles back through two feet of snow in August for my racing news!
And sorry, if you were hoping to add my high school papers to your library I've thrown them out. This move has taught us a thing or two about hanging on to stuff for no good reason.