Randy Lewis

World's #1 Ranked Trackchaser

WINDY HOLLOW SPEEDWAY (INNER FIGURE 8), OWENSBORO, KENTUCKY



In the past, I've had some trouble finding this track, but not today.








This is the track's concession stand.  Folks line up inside the building and select their food cafeteria style.








I have the upmost respect for concession workers who must work in some very uncomfortable and hot conditions.  Those hot dogs look good!








This is a huge crowd for a Sunday night, especially in the heat of the summer.








I wasn't about to mess with these boys.








This is the track layout at the Windy Hollow Speedway.  Note the sweeping turn of the inner figure 8 track.  The larger figure 8 track, which is raced on nearly every week at Windy Hollow, has its straight coming in from turn #2 of the 3/8 mile oval track.








I'm with Steve Bridgmon, track announcer at the High Banks Speedway as well as the Windy Hollow Speedway.  No, I cannot get rid of my ankle golf tan.  I think it's permanent!








I was invited down on the track to get some closeup racing pictures.  I had initially been asked to stand out by the tractor tire, but chose to give my self a bit more room so I wouldn't get run over!








The small car figure 8 racers race on an "inner" figure 8 track.  Both the inner and outer figure 8 tracks share a common "X".








It's not often that I get in a position to take victory lane photos and meet the winning driver.








Just as I was leaving the track, I ran into the promoter's daughter.  I promised her she would make it onto the website!

DAY 10 – MONSTER MIDWEST TOUR (LAST DAY!!)



TODAY’S HEADLINES


I have just seen the most difficult track to see countable racing at in my entire trackchasing career.  It took me three times to get there, but I did it!  It wasn’t just three regular attempts.  It was three of the most difficult attempts to get a track that I have ever had.  If this doesn’t show that I never give up, then nothing ever will.  Now I can rest in piece....................more in “This is what happened in 2005………”.





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GREETINGS FROM OWENSBORO, KENTUCKY.

 

 

 

 


I WOKE UP IN OWENSBORO, KENTUCKY THIS MORNING.  I WENT TO SLEEP IN BRIDGETON, MISSOURI.  I FLEW HOME TO SAN CLEMENTE ON MONDAY MORNING.  THIS IS WHAT TRANSPIRED TODAY.





 

This is how it happened in 2005 at the:

 

WINDY HOLLOW SPEEDWAY, OWENSBORO, KENTUCKY

 

I could have simply ended the Mercer County Fairgrounds, Celina, Ohio Trackchaser Report with this simple passage, “As I was leaving the fairgrounds this afternoon, I reassessed the long drive for tonight’s figure 8 races in Owensboro, Kentucky.  The drive was simply too long and it would be better to drive back to the Detroit airport and get a good night’s rest for tomorrow’s flight to California.”

 

However, I don’t trackchase like that.  You get the entire story, even if the race doesn’t happen.  You need to know why it didn’t happen and make your own judgments about who should be held responsible.

 

I left the Mercer County Fairgrounds at about 1:30 p.m. Eastern time.  I had seen about 10 heats and 2 features.  I had a very nice afternoon of vintage antique racing.  I can’t wait to do it again.

 

My sixth and final planned raced for this trackchasing weekend would be the figure 8s at the Windy Hollow Speedway (WHS) in Owensboro, Kentucky.  Driving down to WHS would be an incremental 629-mile round-trip.  If I chose not to visit that track then I would save the wear and tear on me and the 9.5 cents per mile in gasoline expenses ($59.76 total) for the 629 miles I had to drive.

 

What was the reward?  The reward would be seeing the figure 8 track.  It would be my 960th career track.  Back on October 4, 1996, I saw North Dakota’s Rick Aukland win the late model feature at WHS.  They were not racing on the figure 8 track on that fall evening nearly 10 years ago.

 

My research told me that when the figure 8 cars raced at WHS last month, they had seven cars in the one and only race they ran on the figure 8 track.  A figure 8 race with this amount of cars should last around 8 minutes.  It would be the only race on the figure 8 track during the entire evening.  Yes, I was going to drive, and did drive, 629 extra miles to see just eight minutes of racing.

 

As you might guess, I did not see the race.  Just as the help did not reach the victims quickly enough in the Hurricane Katrina storm, I didn’t reach the Windy Hollow Speedway quickly enough.  Just like the hurricane relief situation, procedures must be reviewed so this doesn’t happen again.  I’m going to need your help to decide who “screwed up”.  If you have read this far, then you are one of my most dedicated Trackchaser Report readers.  Let me know who you think was responsible here.

 

Point #1 – I had emailed the track earlier in the week and asked what time the figure 8 race would likely begin.  This is the reply I received, “Yes, we will be running the figure “8” this Sunday.  We have to run the race before it gets dark.  It’s usually around 7:30 or 8 when we run it.”

 

With this in mind, I left the Mercer County Fairgrounds at 1:30 p.m. Eastern time.  That would make it 12:30 p.m. central time, which is the time zone for the Windy Hollow Speedway.  I wanted to arrive by about 6:30 p.m.  The drive was 336 miles long.  My mapping software told me it would take 5 hours and 33 minutes.  I ran into no traffic problems at all.  I made three stops, each for less than five minutes to gas up, visit the restroom and order a Diet Coke and salad from McDonald’s which I didn’t eat until after I arrived at the track.

 

Point #2 – I was using the National Speedway Directory track directions and a Rand McNally paper map as my primary guides once I got into the Owensboro area.

 

Point #3 – I headed north on Route 81.  I would later find out this was the wrong direction to drive on Route 81.  After a while, it looked like I was lost.  At a stop light, I pulled up along side a brand new Chevy pickup truck.  I made the universal signal for the driver to roll down his window.  Even though the driver was born after crank windows were no longer offered on 97% of all U.S. vehicles he understood what I wanted and lowered his window.

 

I told him I was trying to get to the Windy Hollow Speedway.  He nodded and gave me directions with confidence.  That positive approach by him made me feel good.  I would later come to find out he was directing me to nearby Kentucky Motor Speedway and in the totally wrong direction.

 

Point #4 – When I was convinced that the driver’s direction in point #3 was getting me nowhere, I pulled into a convenience store.  Just at that moment, one of the most stereotypical poor southerners was getting into his car.  The car was beat up, the car’s interior headliner was drooping and the poor guy had a little boy in the passenger’s seat without a car seat.  I considered making a 911 call and reporting him for a car seat violation.

 

I passed on that call and asked him about Windy Hollow Speedway.  At first, he seemed indecisive.  That didn’t make me feel good.  After some reflection, he told me I was headed to the wrong speedway and that I must turn around and drive 15 miles in the opposite direction.  I thanked him, and headed away as I made the 911 call to bust him.  Just kidding!!!

 

Point #5 – The setting sun was a huge red ball of fire.  It was starting to fall fast in the sky now.  It dawned on me that I may have driven 336 miles and would have nothing to show for it.  I’ve cut it close many times in the past and I can’t remember ever being shut out.  I reached the point in the road where I should have gone south on 81 rather than north.

 

I saw a sign for the Windy Hollow Speedway.  I followed the sign’s arrow.  It took me off onto a rural road.  This didn’t look right.  I retraced my path of about two miles to look at the sign again.  I decided to try following the arrow again and ended up out in the country.  A lone pickup truck was coming toward me on the narrow two-lane road.  I waved my hand for the driver to stop.  He did.  I needed to back up about 75 yards on the narrow road to talk with him.  He came me good directions, but he talked so slowly.  I noticed he had a taillight that was out.  I considered reporting him, but decided against it.  Kidding again!

 

Point #7 – I was now driving at a rapid rate of speed.  My last speeding ticket was in Illinois more than two years ago.  If I got pulled over tonight, it would be a hefty penalty.  I still had five miles to go and then two more miles of semi-residential road before I came upon the track.  Fortunately, there were no children playing along the road in the rapidly approaching dusk.

 

Point #8 – The first gate I saw turned out to be the pit entrance.  I might need to storm the gate and pay later.  I asked the woman if the figure 8 race had run yet.  She didn’t know, but she thought so.  I needed a much more definitive answer than that.  They asked over the track radio if the race had run.  The reply was, “They just completed the figure 8 feature”.  It was 7:10 p.m.  The track had told me the race would run at “7:30 or 8”.  Those might have been the correct times in the middle of the summer but it was now nearly dark at only 7:10 p.m.  Right about then I saw a figure 8 car pulling out of the pits already on its trailer.  The race must have ended at least 15-20 minutes ago. 

 

I calmly walked over to the Budget Rental Car Racing Nissan Ultima and ate my McDonald’s salad in the dark.  After I finished my salad, I then began my 455-mile drive back to the Detroit, Michigan airport.  I had just enough time for the drive and eight hours in a motel.  Now the rest is up to you.

 

You make the call!  Who is responsible for my not making it to the track on time?

 

Was it the track’s email contact for not telling me the correct starting times for the figure 8 race?

 

Was it the National Speedway Directory, and the Windy Hollow Speedway directions?

 

Was it the driver of the new Chevy pickup truck who directed me to the Kentucky Motor Speedway and not Windy Hollow?

 

Was it the poor guy in the beat up Chevy Impala with the little boy who didn’t have a car seat, who experienced indecision during his giving of directions?

 

Was it the farmer who stopped on the rural two-lane road and spoke so slowly that I may have missed the race?

 

I will tell you who I think was at fault at the bottom of this report.

 

 

Who was at fault?


I can’t fault the track.  I was in the Owensboro area well in advance of when the race really started.  Could the track’s directional signs have been better?  Yes, they could have.  Could the track have had a phone number that was not busy from the time I first started calling until my last phone call at 7 p.m.?  Yes, they could have.  Could the track put up some lights for the figure 8 track?  Yes, they could.  I can’t fault the National Speedway Directory, the directions were O.K.  The new blue Chevy pickup truck driver could have helped by not directing me to another track.  What are the odds that two short tracks in rural Kentucky would be at opposite ends of the same road?  How about the driver with the non-car seated little boy?  He actually got me back on track.    Could the rural farmer have spoken a little faster?  Probably not.  At least he stopped to help me.

 

After a detailed review, I have decided who was at fault.  Me!  I made the wrong turn on route 81.  It all started from there.  If I make the correct turn, I make it to the track on time.  If I had gone to my computer’s GPS system earlier than I did I would have made it.  I’ll take 100% blame for missing my 960th track.

 

There is good news.  The figure 8 cars race on Sunday nights.  I have almost no Sunday night opportunities in the area, so I can use the Windy Hollow Speedway as a Sunday fill-in next year.  I may even make it a double with a Sunday afternoon race at Kentucky Speedway.  Heck, I may even bring Carol along so she can get a triple with both WHS tracks and Kentucky Speedway.

 

In my best Californian governor Austrian accent of Arnold Swartzenegger, I offer this, “I’ll be back!”

 

 

This is how it happened in 2006 at the:

 

WINDY HOLLOW SPEEDWAY, OWENSBORO, KENTUCKY

 

July 2, 2006 -  As promised, I’m back!


WINDY HOLLOW SPEEDWAY (FIGURE 8)

 

I was coming back to the Windy Hollow Speedway figure 8 track today, because of my own negligence last year.  Back then, I drove more than 900 miles out of my way, only to miss the track because I played a travel hunch rather than using my GPS system.  That hunch kept me driving around in circles until I finally found the track and the one and only figure 8 race of the night had already been run.

 

Obviously, my error of last year, was on my mind as I hustled over to the Windy Hollow Speedway.  Even though their less than complete answering machine message did not give an exact race starting time, I expected it to be 6 p.m.

 

I arrived at exactly 6:04 p.m.  I still didn’t know for sure if the figure 8 class was on tonight’s program.  I pulled up to the pit shack to find out.  I was smiling widely when both women working the pit entrance confirmed the figure 8s were racing.

 

The grandstands were nearly full.  This is a rundown track and the people look a little worse for the wear.  My experiences tell me that people smoke more in Kentucky that any other state I visit.  This area of Kentucky as well as southern Ohio and West Virginia has that “Appalachian” look.  It’s not a very attractive looking crew.

 

The water trucks were on the track.  It was almost 100 degrees.  My plan was to stay in the car until I heard the beginning of racing.  That took more than one hour!  During that time, the crowd sat patiently with the sun in their eyes and all of that heat and humidity.  The track didn’t even play music to entertain the folks.

 

Finally, at about 7:15 p.m., some racecars appeared for the first race.  I saw four heat races on the oval and the track was dusty from the very beginning.  What had all of those water trucks been doing?

 

It was starting to get dark.  The figure 8 course in located in the infield of the oval.  They do not have lights for the figure 8 track.  That’s one of the reasons I missed it last year.  They had to run the figure 8s before it got too dark. 

 

After the four oval heat races the water trucks were called to the track again.  I figured they would throw some water on the bone dry and dusty infield so the figure 8s could slide around a bit.  Three huge water trucks came out at the same time.  They began watering the oval.  I was getting somewhat concerned because they were not watering the figure 8 course.  About that time, one of the trucks laid down some wet stuff in the general direction of the figure 8 track.  I began to feel a sigh of relief.

 

However, it was getting darker by the minute and most all of the water was going onto the oval track that was getting muddier by the minute.  I began to have a bad feeling.  I decided to ask the flagman what was up.  “Are the figure 8s racing tonight?” I asked.  He  simply shook his head “No.”  When I asked why, he just shrugged his shoulders.  That was not a good enough answer for me after last year’s experience and the drive I had made today.

 

I marched up to the announcing booth.  What was up?  The announcer who used to be the promoter told me the figure 8 cars had refused to run for a reduced purse.  Why would they have to run for a reduced purse when the grandstand was nearly packed?  “Where is the promoter”, I asked?  “He’s running one of the water trucks,” the announcer told me.  “But, you can go down to the office and talk to his wife.”  I did just that.

 

The promoter’s wife did not seem the least bit interested in my story about driving 900 miles last year or even the fact that the pit shack had confirmed the figure 8s were racing tonight.  She was a southern lady and you can’t push southerners.  They will just shut you out and “play ignorant” until you go away.

 

She had a difficult time looking me in the eye.  I asked her what reduced purse was being offered for the figure 8 drivers.  “Two hundred dollars,” she sheepishly said.  I was being aced out again by a slip shod racing organization.

 

Nevertheless, I was reminded that racing is like golf.  If you hit a bad shot, you are likely to get a bad lie.  If I hadn’t screwed up last year, I would be dealing with these incompetent people again this year.  I was simply being punished for my own incompetence.  Nevertheless, how much punishment must I accept before I can get the reward?

 

The very best thing about this near miss is that I only drove 34 miles out of my way.  Driving from the Rock Castle race today to tomorrow night’s races in Topeka, Kansas had me nearly driving past tonight’s track in Owensboro, Kentucky.

 

The really sad thing about all of this, is that given the right circumstances I will return to the Windy Hollow Speedway in search of seeing just a handful of nearly used up and very beat up junkers race for six or eight laps.  It’s simply what I do.

 

 

 

This is how it happened in 2007 at the:

 

WINDY HOLLOW SPEEDWAY, OWENSBORO, KENTUCKY

 

July 23, 2007 -  As promised, I’m back!

 

 

Today I would be trying to get the figure 8 track at the Windy Hollow Speedway for the third time.  They say, “the third time’s the charm” right?  I would be doing my best not to repeat the mistakes I had made in the past. 

 

To begin with, I stayed at the Super 8 Motel right in Owensboro, Kentucky.  My GPS unit told me the motel was only about 10 miles from the track.  I had confirmed with the track’s announcer on Friday night at the High Banks Speedway that the figure 8 cars would race on Sunday night at the Windy Hollow Speedway.

 

A call to the track told me “qualyfing starts at 6 p.m.”  From experience I knew that the figure 8 race would run before it got dark since the figure 8 track is not lighted.  Sunset is just past 8 p.m. in Owensboro at this time of year.  I called the track back and got a live person.  I asked when the figure 8 race would run.  She told me she did not have the schedule and was unwilling to even hazard a guess.  So, I guessed!  It would have to start after 6 p.m. and before 8 p.m.  I planned accordingly.

 

Checkout time at the motel was 11 a.m.  At exactly 11 a.m., the British Open Championship still had two holes to play before the champion was decided.  I called down and ask for a late checkout of 12 noon.  My request was granted.  As luck would have it, the golf tournament went into a four-hole playoff.  I figured I had better go down and make a face-to-face plea for an even later checkout time.  Again, my request was granted.  I didn’t end up leaving my room until the tournament was finished at 1:40 p.m.

 

My next stop was for fuel.  Fuel for the body that is.  I stopped at the Long John Silver’s fast food emporium.  I had not stopped at one of these in years.  The 10 fried shrimp, fried hush puppies and French fries were better than expected although my cholesterol may have taken a hit.

 

It was now 3 p.m. on a warm sunny day.  I decided to drive out to the track to confirm I knew where it was.  The track is difficult to get too, but today I had a weapon I did not have in 2005.  My portable GPS unit had a specific listing for the Windy Hollow Raceway Park.  I guess that was the name of the Windy Hollow Speedway in the past.  I went out to the track.  It was easy to find today.

 

I still had nearly three hours before anything was going to happen at the track.  I had intended to spend the afternoon at the Ellis Park horseracing facility in nearby Henderson, Kentucky but when the British Open ran long that plan was aborted.

 

I decided to go see a movie.  A showing of “Sicko” by Michael Moore was showing at 3:55 p.m.  It would be finished at just past 6 p.m.  This would be cutting it close for the race, but I figured it would all work out.  It would have been very embarrassing to miss the race for a third year in a row because I went to the movies!

 

In order for me to see a Michael Moore movie, I must do it on my own time.  Carol would not be caught dead seeing a movie like this.  Mary and Michael Skonicki, please see this film and give me your assessment.

 

I went directly from the movie house to the racetrack.  Nothing much was happening except the water trucks were on the track putting down some moisture.  It was now 6:30 p.m.  Maybe they had already dispensed with qualifying.  The invocation went on at 6:43 p.m.

 

I bought a ticket for seven bucks.  Then I waited in line for a BBQ sandwich and Diet Mountain Dew.  I took my supper back to the car.  I was not too happy with the Windy Hollow Speedway due to my past experiences.  I was determined to spend my time in the car finishing supper and wrapping up some lose correspondence ends.  The track began to run oval track heat races.  I was only yards from the track’s entrance, so it would be easy to come into the track when the figure 8 race was about to begin.

 

After a few heat races, there was a lull in the program.  I heard this announcement over the P.A. system, “Is Randy Lewis here?”  Now, this is not something I hear at the track on a frequent basis.  However, I knew that Steve Bridgmon, the High Banks Speedway announcer also worked at Windy Hollow.  On Friday night, he told me he wanted to do another interview on Sunday at this track.

 

By the way, Steve Bridgmon is a very experienced announcer.  He does high profile Indiana high school basketball and football games for radio.  He’ll be doing the Indiana state football championship game direct from the RCA Dome.  Steve was most hospitable during my visit to the High Banks Speedway (Friday) and tonight at Windy Hollow.

 

When I heard Steve’s announcement, I packed up the car and went up to the press box.  Once inside Steve introduced me to everyone around.  I met the primary announcer (former promoter at the Kentucky Motor Speedway) and the track’s owner.  She leases out the oval track and the adjacent dragstrip, while she promotes another dragstrip on the same night.  She’s a busy woman.  All of the folks I met in the press box showed off their Kentucky hospitality.

 

The figure 8 race was getting ready to begin.  Steve did a short interview with me over the P.A.  I told the crowd how difficult it had been for me to see the figure 8 race at the Windy Hollow Speedway in the past.  When I finished, there was hardly a dry eye in the house!

 

Steve said, “let’s go down on the track.  You can get some great pictures from there”.  We did.  Tonight the four-cylinder figure 8 cars were racing on the smaller of the two figure 8 tracks at the Windy Hollow Speedway.  The eight-cylinder cars race on a traditional figure 8 track that incorporates the turns of the 3/8 mile oval.  The small figure 8 track uses the oval’s infield for their figure 8 turns.

 

Steve and I walked down onto the front straight of the oval track.  I was surprised by how tacky (stick and muddy) this part of the track was.  Steve motioned me out toward the figure 8 track where the figure 8 cars were running some practice laps at speed.  We were just 10 feet or so from where the speeding cars came sliding out of the turn.

 

These guys were crazy to be standing this close to these crazy drivers.  I told them, “you guys are crazy to be standing here.  I’ve going to move back and take pictures from a safer distance”.  Someone mentioned that I needed to grow a bigger part of my existing anatomy.  That’s O.K.  Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I’m not going to let an out of control figure 8 car break any of them.

 

I did get some great pictures.  You can see them at www.ranlayracing.com.  The folks at the track could not have been nicer, most especially the track’s announcer Steve Bridgmon.  Steven, thank you!

 

As soon as the figure 8 race was finished I was outta there.  I had a 222-mile drive to St. Louis to complete tonight.  That would leave me with a 5:20 a.m. (3:20 a.m. San Clemente time) wake-up call.  The figure 8 track was the easy part of today’s effort.  Tomorrow’s travel after being gone for 10 full days would make for a complete day.  Little did I know but the Windy Hollow Speedway was not finished kicking my butt.

 

Yes, I could have come back to San Clemente on Sunday and bypassed the Windy Hollow Speedway figure 8 track.  I could have been home in time to see the final day of the British Open.  But no, I had to stay out one more day in order to get the most difficult track of all time.

 

Here is what happened on my travel day on Monday as I tried to get home after being on the road for ten full days.  It is stories like this that are likely to keep any current driving trackchasers from attempting to trackchase with the ferocity I do.

 

 

1.     After the Sunday night race, I completed the 222-mile drive from the Windy Hollow Speedway to my Super 8 Motel in Bridgeton, Missouri, just 6.2 miles from the St. Louis airport.  I filled the car up with gas, so I wouldn’t have to do it in the morning.  I checked into the motel at 12:42 a.m.

 

2.     My alarm went off at 5:20 a.m. on Monday.  I would be trying to standby for an Americans Airlines’ flight leaving for LAX at 7:20 p.m.   

 

3.     There was no traffic at 5:46 a.m. in St. Louis as I returned by car to the National Rental Car lot.  When I received my bill for a 10-day car rental, I was reminded that all of this might not be good “value for money” as Mr. Laub is fond of saying.

 

4.     I hopped on the National Rental Car shuttle bus (shuttle bus #1) for the short ride to the airport.

 

5.     I had packed 10 days worth of clothes and racing equipment (scanner, headset, goggles, etc.) into ONE rolling carryon bag.  When I fly standby I never check a bag.  There is just too much danger of the bag going on one flight and me on another.  However, today I had a good feeling about getting on my 7:20 a.m. American Airlines flight and decided to check my bag.  This may have been the first time I have ever checked a bag while flying on a standby basis.

 

6.     When I reached airline security, I learned I had been selected for “extra security” just like I had on the trip out to St. Louis.  Was this the dirty tricks of East coast trackchasers?  There was little time to ponder the thought.  Without a rolling carryon bag, the “extra security” effort the TSA was prepared to throw at me was a bit less onerous.  I’m getting accustomed to the physical pat down and actually beginning to enjoy the physical closeness of a man I have net met!

 

7.     I arrived at the AA gate at 6:30 a.m. only to be told the plane was full and it would be touch and go as to whether I would get on the flight at all.

 

8.     I grabbed my airline guide and searched for alternatives.  Southwest Airlines had a flight leaving 20 minutes earlier than the American flight.  They had seats open but the flight stopped in Kansas City.  I made a standby reservation for this Southwest flight. 

 

9.     I began walking the terminal trying to find the Southwest gates.  I came upon a TSA worker who told me that unless I wanted to leave the secured area and come back through the security for the Southwest terminal, I would have to make a one-mile walk.  I chose the walk over clearing security for a second time this morning.

 

10.You know how some people can exaggerate their distances?  The TSA agent was NOT exaggerating.  It WAS a one-mile walk.  What made this walk even worse was that I had checked my rolling carry-on luggage.  I only had my briefcase and camera bag.  Trouble is my briefcase weighs more than 30 pounds with all of the stuff I carry.  One of the benefits of never checking my rolling carry-on luggage piece is that I can attach my briefcase to it and everything rolls.  I don’t have to “carry” anything.

 

11.I set off for the Southwest terminal.  All the while I was worried about the bag I had checked.  If I didn’t take the American Airlines flight, would they still put my bag on that flight?  I had read that due to the terrorist threat, if you don’t go on a flight then your bag doesn’t go on the flight.  It had something to do with a terrorist not being that wild about being on a flight where he/she had checked a bag full of explosives! 

 

12.This bag problem was a major concern to me.  If I arrived at LAX on Southwest and American didn’t send my bag to LAX, how would I get me bag?  Standby fliers don’t have the same rights that paying passengers do.  First, I would have to locate my bag at American and then I would likely have to pay to have it transported from St. Louis to Los Angeles.

 

13.I had nearly completed my walk to Southwest with that bag problem clearly on my mind.  I was now within 200 yards of my Southwest gate.  I didn’t know what to do.  Should I fly on Southwest without my bag or should I return and try to get on a sold-out American flight.  I decided to flip a coin.  I would let higher powers decide.  Heads I go on Southwest, tails I go on American.  The coin came up heads.  This was telling me to go on Southwest.  However……..there is always a however, that didn’t seem like the right call.

 

14.I decided to bag the Southwest idea.  I walked the MILE back to the American Airlines gate.  There was still 15 minutes to go before that flight departed.  It was going to be touch and go.  There were three of us standing by.  The two folks ahead of me got on the plane and I did not.

 

15.The next non-stop flight leaving for LAX left at 9:50 a.m.  Heck, I could have slept another three hours if I had wanted to go on this flight.  I had breakfast and researched my options.  There was a flight leaving St. Louis at 9:10 a.m. bound for San Diego (SAN).  Both the flights to LAX and SAN gave me a slight chance of getting on.  I quickly called United Airlines and learned there was a “very good” chance of getting on a connecting flight from SAN to LAX once I arrived in San Diego.  I would try to get on the 9:10 a.m. flight to San Diego first.  If I didn’t make it, I would default to the 9:50 a.m. departure to LAX.

 

16.I made the flight to San Diego.  I even got an exit row seat with extra legroom.  I still didn’t know for sure if my bag had made that 7:20 a.m. American flight to LAX.

 

17.When I landed in San Diego, I learned I would have to take the “Red bus” over to the commuter terminal.  I soon found the Red bus (shuttle bus #2 of the day) and entered the commuter terminal, only to find the check-in line to be long and slow.

 

18.When I reached the head of the line, the agent told me the United Express flight from SAN to LAX was oversold.  “But the United hotline told me the chances of getting on were ‘very good’ the most optimistic rating they provide.”  The agent could only look at me and shake her head.  She gave me a boarding card and told me to get in the back of the security line.

 

19.The security line moved at a snail’s pace.  I was about 40th in line.  I called son J.J. and asked him to check on-line about my renting a car and driving the 130 miles from SAN to LAX.  He came back with a quote from Fox Rental Car for $86 (nearly a dollar a mile) for the one-way rental.

 

20.I thanked him and called National Rental Car, my trackchasing associated sponsor.  They had a rate of “just” $76.  However, I had an ace up my short-sleeved golf shirt.  I had some “free” days in the “bank” with National.  I decided to use one and I would only have to pay the taxes of $2.75 plus the gas it would take to drive 130 miles.

 

21.I left the commuter terminal’s security line and hopped on the National Rental Car shuttle bus (shuttle bus #3).  In less than five minutes, I had picked up my second National Rental Car Pontiac Grand Prix of the day and was motoring north along the I-5 freeway.

 

22.The funny thing about this (if there was anything funny about it) was that my trip from SAN to LAX would take me directly past my San Clemente home that I had not seen in 10 days.  It would take me directly past Trackchasing’s First Mother whom I had not seen in 10 days.  I decided to stop for five minutes for a kiss and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  I couldn’t stay long.  It was 1 p.m.  By the time I finished the drive to LAX and retrieved my bag, I would be just in time to drive back to San Clemente in the infamous Los Angeles rush hour traffic.

 

23.At 2:35 p.m. I reached the LAX National Rental Car lot after refueling the car (about $19) in an area where English is a second language.

 

24.I then hopped on the National Rental Car shuttle bus (shuttle bus #4).  I had them drop me at American Airlines so I could try to find my bag.

 

25.Of all the jobs I would never want to have it would be handling the lost baggage desk at airline terminals across America.  Talk about asking for trouble.  I was lucky, they were between flights and there was no line of angry passengers pounding their fists on the counter and looking for there favorite bags of dirty laundry.

 

26.The baggage claim agent looked at my baggage receipt tag.  She told me she knew exactly where my bag would be out of about 500 bags that seemed, to me, to be sitting randomly about the storage area.  We arrived at the appointed spot, but my bag was nowhere to be found!  “They must have misfiled it,” the agent told me.  Oh my!  I went on a bag search of my own amongst the 500 bags.  It didn’t take long but I found it.

 

27.It was now time to hop on the Parking Spot shuttle bus (shuttle bus #5) to get my car that had been sitting at LAX for the past 10 days.  Do you know how much it costs to park a car at a major airport like LAX for 10 days?  If you don’t know, then I’m not going to tell you.  It’s not good value for money.

 

28.My car looked like it had been sitting out in the Mohave dessert for the better part of 10 years not 10 days.  I gave the windshield a good squirt and headed off the rooftop of the Parking Spot garage.  Of course, my ticket would not raise the bar to let me off the roof.  A quick call remedied that situation.

 

29.It was now 3:30 p.m. and the rush hour traffic for my 60+ mile drive back to San Clemente had already started.  I just about had a road rage encounter with a homeless looking man wearing dirty dreadlocks who came up from behind me at more than 100 M.P.H.  He then had the temerity to give a hand signal that seemed to indicate that I had wronged him!

 

30.I rolled into Casa San Clemente at nearly 6 p.m.  As if by divine intervention, the door was opened by Trackchasing’s First Mother wearing a dress and apron (ala June Cleaver) welcoming me back from the trackchasing wars.  Dinner was sitting on the table and a delicious looking sloppy Joe sandwich with all the fixin’s was staring at me.  I didn’t have the heart to tell Mrs. Cleaver, I mean Carol, that I had the same entrée just 24 hours ago at the Windy Hollow Speedway figure 8 race!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

STATE RANKINGS


The Windy Hollow Speedway figure 8 track provided my 23rd lifetime track in my grandmother’s home state.  I am now tied for sixth place here with Ed Esser.  The two of us trail Allan Brown’s total of 24 tracks.  Rick Schneider leads in Kentucky with 44 states.





RACE REVIEW – WINDY HOLLOW SPEEDWAY (FIGURE 8), OWENSBORO – TRACK #1,236


I’ll make this short and sweet.  I finally saw four figure 8 cars race on the inner figure 8 track.  The race didn’t last nearly as long as it took you to read this far.





RENTAL CAR UPDATE

 

St. Louis – Friday-Monday (10 day rental)

 

I was pleased with the National Rental Car Racing Pontiac Grand Prix over the space of ten days.  Of the cars I rent, this is probably my favorite model.  I did grow a bit weary of XM radio’s incessant self-promotion of their own programs on their own satellite radio network.  Can’t they sell any ads to real buyers?

 

I drove the Grand Prix 2,839 miles.  That distance coupled with the mileage from my other THREE rental cars on this trip gave me a total driving distance of 3,269 miles.  I paid an average price of $3.05 per gallon.  The GP gave me 25.9 M.P.G. in fuel mileage at a cost of 11.8 cents per mile.  The car cost 13.4 cents per mile to rent, all taxes included because of the drop off charges. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks for reading about my trackchasing,

 

Randy Lewis

Alberta’s #1 Trackchaser

I live in my own world.  People know me here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

AIRPLANE

 

Los Angeles, CA – St. Louis, MO – 1,591 miles

 

 

RENTAL CAR – ST. LOUIS (1st RENTAL CAR)

 

St. Louis International Airport – trip begins

Troy, Missouri – 71 miles

Pittsfield, Illinois – 132 miles

Newton, Iowa – 403 miles

Osage, Iowa – 583 miles

Scottsburg, Indiana – 1,289 miles

 

 

AIRPLANE

 

Cincinnati, OH – Grand Rapids, MI  – 268 miles

 

 

RENTAL CAR – GRAND RAPIDS (2ND RENTAL CAR OF TRIP)

 

Gerald R. Ford International Airport – trip begins

Hastings, MI – 25 miles

Gerald R. Ford International Airport – 59 miles - trip ends

 

 

AIRPLANE

 

Grand Rapids, MI – Cincinnati, OH – 268 miles

Cincinnati, OH – Harrisburg, PA - 429 miles

 

 

RENTAL CAR – HARRISBURG, PA (3rd RENTAL CAR OF TRIP)

 

Harrisburg International Airport-Olmstead Field – trip begins

Hughesville, PA – 95 miles

Lehigh Valley International Airport – 231 miles - trip ends

 

 

AIRPLANE

 

Allentown, PA – Cincinnati, OH – 503 miles

 

 

RENTAL CAR – ST. LOUIS

 

CincinnatiNorthern Kentucky Airport – trip resumes

Muncie, Indiana – 1,511 miles

Hartford, Michigan – 1,744 miles

Philpot, Kentucky – 2,181 miles

Bone Gap, Illinois – 2,312 miles

Madisonville, Kentucky – 2,506 miles

Owensboro, Kentucky – 2,598 miles

St. Louis International Airport – 2,839 miles – trip ends

 

 

AIRPLANE

 

St. Louis, MO – San Diego, CA – 1,560 miles

 

 

RENTAL CAR – SAN DIEGO, CA (4TH RENTAL CAR OF TRIP)

 

San Diego International Airport – trip begins

Los Angeles International Airport – 130 miles - trip ends

 

Total Air miles – 4,619 (6 flights)

 

 

Total auto and air miles traveled on this trip – 7,888 miles

 

 



 

 

 

TRACK ADMSSION PRICES:

 

Lincoln County Fairgrounds - $20

Pike County Speedway - Free (normally $3 for fan 55 & older)

Iowa Speedway - $30

Mitchell County Fairgrounds - $15 (pit pass)

Scott County Fairgrounds - $8

Barry County Fairgrounds - $14 (Fair-$5 & Figure 8 race-$9)

Lycoming County Fairgrounds - $13 (Fair-$3 & Figure 8 race-$10) plus $2 parking

Delaware County Fairgrounds - $5

Van Buren County Youth Fairgrounds - $8 (Fair-$5 & race $3)

High Banks Speedway - $7

SOIL MX - $10

Western Kentucky Speedway - $10

Windy Hollow Speedway - $7

 

 

Total racetrack admissions for the trip – $147

 

 

 

 

 

 

RANKINGS

 

 

LIFETIME TRACKCHASER STANDINGS UPDATE:

 

There are no trackchasers currently within 100 tracks of my lifetime total. 

 

1.  Randy Lewis, San Clemente, California – 1,236

 

 

 

 

Other notables

 

These worldwide trackchasers are within 10 tracks (plus or minus) of Carol’s current trackchaser total.

 

29.  Tom Schmeh, Knoxville, Iowa – 330

 

29.  Carol Lewis, San Clemente, California – 330

 

31.  Dwight Bucks, Topton, Pennsylvania – 325