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BRISTOL MOTOR SPEEDWAY
NASCAR SPRING RACE!
March 21-23, 2003
Bristol Tennessee has had a Nascar race since 1961. Infact, they have two!
One in the Spring and one in the Summer.

Both are held at the "World's Fastest Half-Mile", snuggled in the hills of North
Eastern Tennessee on the Virginia border.

I hadn’t got much sleep this week and I got about 3 hours sleep
the night
before we left.

BW and I got an early start on Friday. It was an overcast, cool and rainy day

all the way down through southern Indiana and Northern Kentucky.

There are no direct highways from our direction into Bristol and we had

several paths we could choose. We chose the most direct method which
took us through the small mountains of Kentucky and Virginia.

By the time we got into those States it was sunny.

We carved through the dynamite blasted out mountain tops. Hilly
and
winding and fast!  Just coasting you could speed up!  Not something I'm
used to in flat central Indiana.

It was a very scenic trip too, but we never stopped to take photos.
The road was too fun. I hoped to get there in time for qualifying.

Virginia was noticeably nice.
Brian
Our cell phone didn’t work in the hills until we
were practically in Bristol, which is on the

Virginia border.

At that point we were able to contact E.T. and
Koz, who had arrived the night before and had

a campground set up which we would share.

We stopped on the highway, on a hill, between
two big silos. To our left was the Bristol Motor
Speedway, on the right, hundreds of white
campers set amongst the hills and pasture.

We called Koz again and he directed our eyes

to where he and E.T. were camped. We could
barely make out their arms waving at us.
We had gotten there in time to go to qualifying,
however this was not to be.

BW and I got busy unloading my car, setting up

my tent and gathering kindling, while E.T. and
Koz left to find some firewood and Kentucky
bourbon.

They were gone a long time. They said they had
to go to Virginia for the bottle of George Dickel
and Maker’s Mark. They’d also found some split
hardwood.

A carton of Marlboro's were only $20! They're

$31 in Indy.
Our campsite was idea, we were surrounded by a
deep creek and a hill.

While most every other campsite was packed on
top of each other, we had a relatively secluded spot.

The large camp ground was called Farmer Bob’s.
He runs cattle in this large area except twice a year
during the Winston Cup races. So watch out for the
cow
patties!

At $100+ per site, he must make a lot of money.
I heard a rumor that the IRS took some aerial photos

in the past and charged him more taxes. There was
a helicopter that was mysteriously circling above us
when we first arrived, as if they were surveying us.
These guys must love their TV.
I was pretty tired once I reached Bristol, but I woke up soon
enough after getting out of the car. I would find that I was so
wound up, that I could hardly sleep. Once again, I barely got
any sleep that night.

The campground night was lively as we jammed around our
campfire.

Trucks with lights and flags and filled with people were driving
around. Lots of campers brought their ATV’s with them.
A large tent was setup with a mechanical bull, which attracted
a large crowd. Bathroom facilities consisted of some porta-lets.

The vast majority of campers had fancy mobile homes, so
they had their own facilities. Some very cheap showers were
setup in a horse barn. The lines for these were huge on
Saturday morning. Only Kevin opted for this route and he was
gone for hours.
We finally trekked toward the track on
Saturday afternoon to watch the Busch
Race.
While we had tickets for great seats, we
spent the whole race down on the front
row by the start/finish line. You can get
so close to the cars here that it is amazing.
Dust and rubber flies in your face as the
cars scream by five feet away from you!
Awesome!
We found every thing in Tennessee very
laid back and nice. No hassles from
anyone including the police.

This large group of people were good

people and I didn’t encounter any fools.

The prices at the Citgo were fair and

they were well stocked with everything
we would need.
After the rough winter we’d had, we were
happy with the sunny weather. I got a bit
of a sun burn on Saturday.

The temperature on Friday night made a
campfire satisfying. The temperature
would drop down into the 40’s
Saturday
night.

About 1 a.m. Brian and I went to the shower
barn. There was still a line!
 Albeit, a small
one.  I was afraid there would be only ice
cold water, but it was warm. Yea!

They had 4 shower stalls for men and
4 for women.
There is a drag strip across from the speedway.
When we awoke, Brian and I got busy
and tore down the camp and packed the
car.


At 9:15, Kevin led me in his truck to a spot
where I could park my car and get on the
highway quick after the race.

T
hey were going to stay another night and
head back to Detroit on Monday. Brian and
I both had to be back at work on Monday
morning.
Brian and I
Koz
Koz had brought burgers and chicken
wings and his famous “Smoker” grill.
He kept us full on these all weekend.
They tasted great!
I learned there’s nothing like having a
good cook in your camp!!
To get to the track, we had to walk to the edge
of the campgrounds, then climb a steep hill to
get to the road. The speedway was just
across that road.

Once again we went to the front row for the
start of the Winston Cup race. The first few
rows are empty of ticket holders. There was

plenty of room for us there.

The drivers all had a parade lap in the back of

pickup trucks. There was lots of patriotic music
as there had been the day before. The U.S.
had finally declared war on Iraq just a few days
ago. There were prayers and flyovers.

The race got started and we spent the first 150
laps down there in front.
The A-10
The Marines call the A-10, which was created in 1976,
the Wart Hog. The Air Force call this jet the Thunderbolt II.
This aircraft is highly maneuverable, meant to fly down
low and be able to survive lots of fire, while being able
to destroy heavy weapons including tanks.
As usual, there were lots of carnage.

As the race ran on, cars had tire
smudges on their sides and several
people had some crunches.

Some cars even lost their entire
doghouse!

Yet, they would continue on.
Our seats were in Sect C, row 51 of the Pearson Stands.

When I first got to my seats, the new far away perspective

on the race made it seem like it was running under yellow
(caution) after having experiencing the cars up close and
personal. I could follow the entire race from that point by
just moving my eyes and not my head.

Knowing that I had a big drive ahead of me that evening, I

just drank bottled water during the race. It would be more
fun to attend the Saturday night race in the Summer and be
able to drive home at your leisure on Sunday.
There are pits along both straight-aways.
Everything went near perfect this weekend.

After Kurt Busch won Bristol (for the second time) , we
headed out toward my car. It was parked about a mile
away. We were able to quickly get out and get on the
highway.

We took a different route out – through Tennessee. I
cruised 85 all the way back home and it still took 8

hours.  I didn’t get home until after 1 a.m..
No speeding tickets luckily.
Below is a picture that I made by stitching several photos together. Bristol sure is a cool track!!.
Their motto is “How Racing Outta Be!” and it’s the truth.
(This is my first attempt at making a panoramic picture.)
BW
Koz
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