Showing posts with label fast eddie castro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fast eddie castro. Show all posts

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Industry Speedway August 25, 2010

Not sure how freaking hot it was yesterday here but it was warm. I started the day on my boat where it is nice and cool in San Pedro then headed towards Los Angeles to switch cars so I could get the JAWA to the track.
Each mile I drove away from the ocean the temperature went up. And just before reaching the parking lot where the van was parked the empty light on my Nissan came on. So I made a detour to the nearest gas station and started to put in ten gallons.
If I only put in ten gallons every time I can pretty well gauge my mpg and how long before I need a refill. So while the pump is running I check my e-mail with my phone and forget about stopping the pump. That fill up was $54.00. So I now go and get the van that find it is reading on empty or swinging the needle back and forth so there goes another thirty towards a middle east oil man.



The nearby mountain were capped with giant white thunderheads that were maybe giving me a false illusion that it wasn't as hot as the 104 predicted. Most new cars have all sort of fancy instruments that tell you what the climate is like outside and how to make the inside pleasant for the driver and passengers. An 84 VW camper only has lots of windows and my furry pit crew uses one.
There were several no-show on the program and second division went from three heats to two heats each round with scratch racing with the highest five point riders getting into the main event. My starts were certainly not brilliant but I scored three third places in a row which got me into the main where I got another third place.
The above picture has Fast Eddie showing a broken hub.
View of the local mountains from the race track at the Grand
That picture is taking looking west towards downtown Los Angeles. Lots of people bitch about the pollution control devices placed on automobiles and trucks. That picture of the mountains was not obtainable a few years back because of all the smog. I have a good sailing buddy that got his master degree at Cal Tech in Pasadena and he came to the school by driving in over the local mountains at night and it was four days before he realized there were these large mountains so close to the school cause most days you couldn't see them.
Last night was billed has Harley night but there were several different types of bikes on parade laps and trying their hands at racing.
There are always kids racing and they race on different types of bikes. Most are fifties, either two or four stroke and a couple of different speedway classes running anywhere from 160 cc to 250 cc. The 250cc are on full size bikes just like the 500s.
Now that is the start of the sidecar main.
And that is what it looks like from the rear. Now I don't have two cameras but the first shot almost got me creamed as two of the crazy sidecars wound up in the infield where I had been standing. I have learned that you take the shot then run for cover. The second shot from the rear is much safer and is a restart and thanks to all they don't have a reverse.
Hedden was down from Auburn, California to check out the track for next week State Championship that will be held here.
While there is a shortage of speedway riders the sidecars are increasing and last night they had two heats of three each with the point leader moving into the main.
If you look close at the first division main lineup you will see that Buck Blair failed to make the main. Bruce Flanders announced that Bucky had made every main this year here until tonight.
Castro doesn't live very close to the track, in fact he lives quite a distance away. When I arrive at the track I have to cross a large dirt parking lot to get where I am going to unload. Every week his truck is sitting there and his pit is setup and he is working on his bike getting it ready for the night. It is hard to see him not smiling and last night he really was.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

July 3 Speedway Friday Night at IMS

Where did all the traffic go. Pulling a trailer I made it from Orange County to 909 country in less than a hour, 55 minutes to be exact. Several years ago I raced here on a Wednesday on the Fourth of July and we had fireworks, tonight the action on the track was the fireworks. And another plus was the helicopter flying around taking pictures of the show and the Jawa powered sprint car that were in appearance.
































It is hard to caption all the pictures here and those who attend the races on a regular basis will know who is who. If there is a picture that you wish to know more about please contact me or comment at the end of the blog. At each new night at the fixture people come up to me and talk about the blog. I really appreciate that. Some people don't know what a blog is and that is okay too. Tyson Burmeister was really riding great tonight and our great announcer decided to come up with a nickname for Master Meister (my feeble attempt) which probably caused him to unload in the main just like a no hit pitchers gives up a home run when the announcers mentions "no hitter". Fast Eddie #14 had to win the last chance to get in the main. He was leading the main when Tyson went down and a red flag came out. After the restart Flying Mike Faria #9 bested Jimmy Fishback #25. Master Meister needs a nickname: any suggestions.
Buck Blair has missed the last two meeting I have been to (Please get well Buck) I miss yelling at you. Joey Holt #244 (my old number) rung his bell Wednesday night and was without a ride as his head was still in recover mode.




































































It was a great night except for one thing. When I got home and started to unload everything from the car I couldn't find my camera bag anywhere. Then I remembered how I had sat the container on the box of my trailer and in a flashback I could see all of kit laying in the parking lot back at the track. Boy, how stupid could I be to do that, then I kicked the trash can, screamed at the dog then turned around and saw the container sitting on the garage floor.

The weather is getting warmer and I don't wear leathers anymore. When I first started speedway I had a pair of leathers left over from Bonneville racing and they were always too hot to use when the temperature goes up and in San Berdoo it can get rather warm. When riders first show up at the track they don't jump out of their trucks with all their riding gear on like a swat team attacking. In fact some in regular clothes bear no resemblance to their dashing hero like leathers attire and some who have expanded their frontiers need several cow hides for covering.