Here's a link to the New England Dragway Scrapbook. Most of my childhood memories are captured here. LINK


YOU MIGHT BE A DRAG RACER IF .......

When something falls off of your car, you wonder how much weight you just saved.

You've paid $5.00 a gallon for gas without complaining.

You astound the clerk at Sears by bringing in a snapped breaker bar every other week or so.

Your family brings the couch into the garage to spend time with you.

You've tried to convince your wife you needed that flow bench to fix the air filter on her station wagon.

You save broken car parts as "mementos"

The local police and state highway patrol have a picture of your car taped to their dashboard.

Instead of pictures in your wallet, you have time slips.

You quote your street tire wear life in weeks rather than miles.

After you tell your wife where you'd like to go on vacation she answers: "Why...is there a race there?"

You know at least three 1-800 numbers to aftermarket parts houses by heart.

You are on a first-name basis with owners of every local speed shop.

You want to take apart and rebuild things, even though they are not broken.

After you tell your wife where you'd like to go on vacation she answers: "Why...is there a race there?"

You know at least three 1-800 numbers to aftermarket parts houses by heart.

You are on a first-name basis with owners of every local speed shop.

You want to take apart and rebuild things, even though they are not broken.

Every stoplight becomes a practice tree to test your ability to tree the guy in the other lane's eyes out.

You wash your car like it was your firstborn child, you tend to its needs like it was your own body, you protect it like it's your family, then you drive it like you stole it.

 

They leveled the hill a few years ago for the RV's but it will always be called the Hill.