First trips to the Racearena Stories...

My father started take us to the races, begrudgedly, in the early 70's and hated every second of the noise, smoke, beer and crazy people that later we would come to love. There was no place like it on earth, and never will be, times and Danbury have changed, and not for the better. Moved away from Danbury, the condiminium capital of the world years ago and have lost all interest in racing. Tried to hang on with Nascar Cup racing, but it got too corporate and cookie cutter and borrrrring. I bought a house within 20 minutes of Stafford Motor speedway 3 or 4 years ago and haven't been there since moving. Couldn't stand the thought of sitting through 18 divisions of junkers and fendered leisure cars coasting around a track that offers no challenge and worse, no fear to the drivers, and the crowd there, they don't take kindly to Racearena types!