Aghadowey Oval

 

 

 

THE EVENT

 

 

Today’s undertaking was just one of more than 2,000 trips that have taken me up, down and around the long and dusty trackchasing trail. If you would like to see where I’ve been and experience those adventures here’s the link:

 

 

Randy’s Complete Track List

 

 

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ON THE WAY TO THE RACES

 

 

MONDAY

 

 

Lovely.

Today I was ready for my 8:30 a.m. breakfast as part of my “bed and breakfast” agreement with the Bay Cottage B&B in Belfast, Northern Ireland. My stay had been “lovely” as I frequently hear from the lips of locals.

 

 

My lowly rate of just $52.37 U.S. had included a good-sized bedroom with a most comfortable mattress. I had been able to relax in front of a roaring fire. I took the opportunity to use their fast free Wi-Fi to keep up on all of my interests via the world wide web. Remember when you couldn’t do that easily?

 

 

I had a shared bath but with no one else staying in the “Blue” room my “Green” room now had a PRIVATE bath. I’ve had “shared” bath room about a dozen times in the past. These rooms are not “en suite”. Nevertheless, I have never had the opportunity to share a bath with a beautiful young lass from the “other” room. I guess it doesn’t happen that way.

 

 

Wonderful.

Breakfast was delightful. It started with home made bread and cereal. There were several kinds of “local produce” as my host explained. Then the “cooked breakfast” portion included bacon, sausages, eggs, potato bread and mushrooms. I try to always pass on the tomato.

 

 

I enjoyed the conversation with the woman of the house who was my exclusive contact during my stay. I had booked via Kayak.com. They went through Agoda. My host told me an even better rate could have been obtained had I booked directly through her. Apparently, booking commissions are stout.

 

 

Seeing the world. Gathering life experiences.

Now it was time to see the world. You know that a major part of my trackchasing hobby is about just that…seeing the world. I wouldn’t get to do as much touring on this trip as I would like. The racing itinerary and my strong head cold were seeing to that.

 

 

Listening to locals.

Nevertheless, my B&B host recommended the Antrim Castle Gardens as the area’s #1 attraction. I try to act on locals recommendations whenever I can.

 

 

The “castle” as part of the Antrim Castle Gardens was long gone. It was burnt down in one of the many skirmishes this area has been known for over the years. However, the “gardens” part of the attraction was something to see. One could walk or run for miles inside this complex. People were doing exactly that. However, it is still early spring in these parts. With temps in the high 40s and my lingering cold my overall enjoyment was muted.

 

 

Agha what?

Next up was a shortish one-hour drive up to the Aghadowey Oval. No, I will never be able to remember the name of this racetrack, lifetime #2,203.

 

 

The temperature stubbornly hung in at just 11 degrees Celsius with strong winds today. This was my first generally sunny day despite a forecast for a 60% chance of rain. It did rain lightly a time or two. The weather is challenging and will change on a dime in these parts.

 

 

These folks don’t let a little rain bother them.

I’m lucky almost all U.K. racing will run in the rain. Back in the U.S. it’s entirely possible none of this weekend’s racing that I saw (4 tracks) would have gone on because of weather conditions.

 

 

This was interesting and telling.

Just before I got to the track I passed a very well-kept cemetery. I made a U-turn of sorts, not the easiest thing to do (for me) in a right-side steering car.

 

The cemetery reminded me of the predominance of Irish names I have known growing up in the U.S. The United States is certainly a more diverse place than most. That’s generally a good idea but not in every case. It was also worthy of note to see that many people lived long lives over the past 150 years.

 

 

 

THE RACING

 

 

Aghadowey Oval – Coleraine, Northern Ireland

 

 

 

Postal codes work well with GPS units here.

I had punched in the postal code of the racetrack into my GPS. I got the postal code (similar to a zip code) from a Google search. My Garmin GPS knew exactly what to do with that. Soon I was seeing the flags that were flying in the stiff breeze around the Aghadowey Oval.

 

 

Can you imagine if I had written the above paragraph twenty years ago. No one would understand what I was saying. Some folks don’t today!

 

 

The early bird truly does get the worm at this track.

Racing was set to begin at 2 p.m. It was now only noon. I was early and that was good. I could get a good parking spot near the entrance to turn two or was it turn four? The answer to that question, like many in life is that “It depends”. Different classes race in different directions in these parts. For some where I was stationed would be turn two and for others it would be turn four. That’s right. Some classes raced around the flattish asphalt oval in the clockwise direction and others in the other direction. Make sense?

 

 

I rest when I can.

I was still trying to catch up on my sleep. I leaned back the driver’s seat of my Skoda Rapid Budget Rental Racing machine and got an hour of zzzzz. However, this was not before I made a brief visit to the track’s mobile ice cream truck. Two chocolate ice cream bars later I was asleep at the wheel.

 

 

I awoke to the cars practicing for the day’s racing activity. That brief nap was just what I needed. The racing got off just on time as most U.K. meetings do.

 

 

Here I am a pensioner.

I had paid just six British pounds (pensioner rate) for admission plus another four pounds to park my car. My car was my own personal “grandstand”. Nope. No formal grandstands today although they did have a covered area at one end of the track where people could stand. That covered area cut down on the wind.

 

 

Oh my. Have they never heard of bleachers in my beloved United Kingdom. I can say that because I think I am Welsh. Some day I will try to confirm that fact.

 

 

Mr. Inside.

I would watch the first round of heat racing from inside my car. There were five classes racing. This included the ninja karts (think senior champs). Then there were the thunder rods and stocks rods (think Winnipeg Sports Car Club ice racing), the superstox (think super modifieds from the old days in the states) and finally the national hot rods (which resemble upscale sports cars from a quality permanent asphalt road course). Each class brought a respectable 15-20 entries.

 

 

Every group would race two heats and a “final”. In the U.S., 15-20 racers would be broken up into two or three meaningless and butt time consuming heat races. Here all the cars in each class run in their groups heat races and final. Fans would get to see 15-20 cars racing in 15 different races. Isn’t that a lot more entertaining that what most U.S. tracks would have? I think so.

 

 

Pit area? Free!

Admission to the pits was free with my $8.50 U.S. Easter day admission. How many U.S. tracks still charge less than ten dollars? Not many. How many oval tracks in the states let you get into the pits for no extra charge? Almost none!

 

 

Mr. Outside.

For the second round of heat racing I would wander all around the track. This is where/how I would get those wonderful photos and YouTube movies clips you’ve grown accustomed to watching at www.randylewis.org. Yes, you are welcome.

 

 

Why do I prefer U.K. racing to the U.S.?

Before I go much further I must repeat just a few of the things I love about U.K. racing over my home country’s output. Here they start on time. They race in the rain. They run 15-20 car heat races. They let you roam the pits for free. Need I say more? Yes, I should.

 

 

I used to think admission prices to the races were high in the U.K. Maybe things have changed. My TOP price for four shows on this trip was about $10 U.S.

 

 

My average admission fee to see five classes and more race over an Easter bank holiday weekend has been about eight dollars U.S. per event. Currently, the U.S. dollar will buy you 0.89 euros and 0.70 pounds….that helps.

 

 

Meeting my neighbors.

As I was about to leave my warm car, my parking mate next door came over to say hello. His accent was so strong as to be non-understandable to me. At first I didn’t know what he was saying. Something was wrong with my car? I had a flat tire? I didn’t WANT a flat tire. No! He was concerned with me having my lights on. He feared I would have a rundown battery by the end of today’s meeting.

 

 

Yes, I did have my car key turned to the accessory position. I guess my parking lights might have been on. I had been using the option to lower my power window from time to time. I thanked my new buddy and we “talked” for another couple of minutes. Carol will be the first to tell you I’m not that good at understanding strange (to me) accents of folks speaking English. I just nodded every few seconds in today’s conversation and that seemed to keep things going. The fellow was nice to be looking out for my welfare.

 

 

What was in the pits?

From there I took a walking tour of the pit area. What a nice option for the auto racing fan, new or old. U.S. promoters PLEASE do something about your current and long held position of keeping the pit area off limits. You will benefit from this policy I promise you.

 

 

Next up the plan was to get some absolutely brilliant video clips from today’s racing action. How could I get such great photos? It was easy. The safety barriers at many U.K. tracks are lacking.

 

 

This is dangerous.

Today’s crash wall was about four feet high. Then there was a strong steel cable that extended the protection by another foot. From there the fans were on their own! About four feet beyond the track’s crash wall itself was a simple chain link fence.

 

 

How much effort would it take for a racing car to clear a five-foot barrier? Not much. Once a 2,000 pound plus racer clears that five feet then it’s just you, the out of control race car and a Home Depot quality chain link fence. Who loses from that deal? You. Who wins? Your heirs.

 

 

Not my day?

Nevertheless, as I stood within arm’s reach of the crash wall my theory was this. I didn’t think today was “my day”. If I was correct I could get some outstanding video clips of the racing action and live to tell about it. If I was wrong……the story ends here.

 

 

Love it.

Another fantastic thing about U.K. racing (as if there were more!) is they start the fastest guys in the rear based upon past performance. How many U.S. tracks or racing groups do that? Hardly any.

 

 

They even handicap the quickest drivers by making them start the race nearly a lap behind the front row starters. Could a case be made that not all the cars are really starting at the same time? Possibly. This idea has never been heard in a court of law so right now we don’t know. In the interim trackchasers have been counting such races in the U.K. with abandon.

 

 

Not all is perfect.

The one area the U.K. tracks fall behind their U.S.A. sisters and brothers, other than a lack of grandstands, is in the concessions area.

 

 

Almost always the food sold at U.K. tracks comes from a portable food truck. I’ve had my share of burgers from these trucks. It would be nearly accurate to say the burgers don’t taste like burgers offered anywhere else. What do they taste like? When asked, Paul Weisel said the burgers don’t taste like ANYTHING. I believe his assessment was correct.  However, I will tell you this.  The staff in these trucks works hard and are friendly to boot.

 

 

 

AFTER THE RACES

 

 

I’ll be standing in line soon.

For some reason my iPhone’s battery is used up quickly in cold weather and when I’m doing video recording. It might be because my iPhone 6 is nearly two years old. I will likely be first in line when the new iPhone 7s come out.

 

 

Today turned out to be a much better weather day than originally predicted. The sun makes all the difference in the world. Not only was it more comfortable but the sun really made the photos pop as well.

 

 

This trip was coming to an end all too soon.

My 2016 U.K. racing trip was coming to an end. Recall that last Thursday I woke up with ZERO intention of visiting the U.K. in 2016. I had not given any thought whatsoever to trackchasing in the U.K. Then, somewhat miraculously, six hours later I was pulling out of the driveway and heading to LAX.

 

 

I had quickly thrown some clothes into a rolling airline bag. I was feeling under the weather but a trackchasing trip always perks me up or so Carol says. Of course, she is right.

 

 

How much could it cost?

I figured the trip wouldn’t cost all THAT much. Remember I do this so you don’t have too and I do it for less than anybody you and I both know. As long as I don’t run out of funds before Carol and I head to the racetrack in the sky we’re all good right?

 

 

59 and counting.

I have now seen 59 tracks in the U.K. One of those came from Scotland, one from Wales and one from the Isle of Mann. Three have now been recorded in Northern Ireland and a grand total of 52 from England itself.

 

 

Thank you Mr. Herridge.

Special thanks to Colin Herridge for getting me to a new track in Ireland on this trip. Colin has always been a solid supporter of Randy Lewis Racing. Yes, thanks Colin!

 

 

I stayed for the full program today. I pulled out of the track at about 5:45 p.m. A three hour and 45-minute show for what amounts to 15 feature events isn’t all that bad. I like it when there is no pressure to “get going” after a race. I can stay until the entertainment stops for me. Sometimes the entertainment stops before the racing does. That’s when I leave.

 

 

Laser focused.

I would have a three-hour drive from the Aghadowey Oval to Dublin where my last night’s hotel would be. Once I left the track I would focus on just one thing. How could I get my fanny from the Aghadowey Oval to the driveway of our modest seaside cottage as inexpensively and quickly as possible? There are a lot of answers to that word problem.

 

 

There would be no non-stop flights from Dublin to Los Angeles. Ethiopian Airlines does fly that route but not on Tuesdays. I would also be competing with my fellow Easter holiday travellers as they wound their way back home all over the world.

 

 

Lots of options. Which was best?

I had a lot of options. The leading choices had me connecting in New York or San Francisco. It is problems like this that encourage me to “figure it out” that keep my mind young.

 

 

It’s a 5,500 plus mile one-way trip from Los Angeles to London. I’ve done this round-trip nine times now and that’s just for trackchasing travel. That adds up to more than 100,000 flight miles. That’s a lot of football fields isn’t it?

 

 

Getting a little ragged?

At times my trips and trip planning may seem a little helter skelter. The common theme that I never lose sight of is the end objective. The trip may look like it’s about getting from point A to point B, etc. However, I never lose sight of the end objective whatever that might be.

 

 

Getting sloppy.

It was at this point in my six-day journey that things began to unravel a bit. I told you I travel a bit differently than most. Have these things happened to you?

 

 

Euros? Who needs euros when coming to the U.K.?

I came on this trip with a supply of English pounds, U.S. dollars and a slew of credit cards. That should have been enough right? It wasn’t.

 

 

I was planning to trackchase in either England or Northern Ireland. They use English pounds there. However, at the last minute Colin Herridge came up with a new track visit for me to Ireland. Wouldn’t you know it. Ireland’s currency is Euros. I figured I would use credit cards everywhere I went in Ireland. If I needed cash surely folks would accept U.S. dollars or English pounds. Surely.

 

 

On three occasions, earlier in the trip, I needed Euros. Two of those times I talked someone into taking English pounds and giving me my change in Euros. With the euro change from those transactions I made my third and final purchase of the trip (lunch at Coolronan). Late on Monday night, after the final race of the trip, I had 50 Euro cents left from these transactions. No problem. I wouldn’t need anymore euros. No problem.

 

 

The history of this trip’s euro transactions.

My first euro transaction looked like this. On the drive out of Dublin to begin the trip I encountered a highway toll booth. I would need 1.90 Euros to pass. That’s only a couple of U.S. bucks. I offered up a 20-pound English note. The toll taker asked me if I had something smaller. If I didn’t she would have to give me a very unfavorable exchange rate on my Euro change for the 20 pounds. That made sense. I offered a “fiver” and got back about three Euros.

 

 

Later when I went to the Coolronan Raceway I paid ten English pounds for the eight euro track admission. I got another three euros in change from that. That left me with six euros. I soon bought a 5.50 euro lunch at the track with those six euros. I was left with fifty euro cents.

 

 

I suspected I might encounter that pesky toll booth on the drive back into Dublin to complete the trip. Yep. At about 9 p.m. in the dark there was the toll booth. However, there a difference this time.

 

 

 

Confusing.

It was difficult to tell which of the toll booths was being handled by a live person. I had to make a decision. Unfortunately, I made the wrong one. I ended up in the toll lane that was automated. To pass all I needed to do was drop 1.90 euros in the basket. I didn’t have 1.90 euros.

 

 

By the time all of these realizations came to my mind I was at the toll basket, the gate wouldn’t move and cars were stacking up behind me. Unfortunately, there was no way to contact a human at this point. What was I do too? There didn’t see to be any likely workable options.

 

 

It was time to be creative.

That’s when I decided I would leave the security of my car. I grabbed five English pounds worth about 6.3 euros. I offered those pounds to the guy in the car behind me for his two euros. He declined my offer and simply gave me two euros. Nice guy. Now I will pay that forward somewhere sometime and more than once. I was now allowed to pass as were all of the cars behind me!

 

 

The trip altering problems were coming at me quicker now.

O.K., the toll booth euro problem was behind me. However, problem #2 was now at the forefront. I am famous (infamous?) for driving my cars until the orange low fuel light goes on. Do I ever run out of gas. Your doggoned right I do!

 

 

One summer I ran out of gas as a high schooler four times. Another time I ran the tank dry when returning my company car to the dealer to get a new one. I didn’t want to waste any money on gas that was going to someone else. I ever ran out of gas getting back to the airport on a trackchasing trip to South America in the country of Chile. Am I deterred from this strategy? Does a bear s#@t in the woods?

 

 

When I return a car at the end of each of these trips I need to fill the tank before I get the car back to the airport. Regardless of where I fill up the tank it has to show full when I get back to the airport.

 

 

Why does this always happen?

I learned my personal fuel strategy watching NASCAR.  They run their tank til it’s empty and then overfill it when they make a pit stop.  It seems as if at least three times out four I’m just 50 miles or so from the airport and I need gas. If I fill up then I’ll have to stop a second time just before I enter the airport. That seems like a waste. In situations like this I normally “go for it”. I try to stretch things so I can get near the airport and fill up just once.

 

 

That was what was happening tonight. I had not gotten any gas on this trip up to this point at all. The orange low fuel light had been on for about 40 kilometers (25 miles) when I reached the toll booth. It seemed as if I was out in the middle of nowhere.  It was dark.  It was raining.  I was trying to make it another 20 kilometers. That was going to be super risky. Did I want to take that extreme risk. Tonight I did not.

 

 

I asked my GPS to take me to the nearest gas station. I had no idea if the nearest station would be open on what is called “Easter Monday” the last day of the “Bank Holiday” at 10 o’clock at night.

 

 

Made it but paid for it.

Luckily, I made it. I ended up paying 1.23 euros per liter. I was still 20 kilometers out from the airport. I needed to fill the tank completely so the gauge would still be on full by the time I returned the rental car.

 

 

I would end up driving the car 913 kilometers by the time I did get the car back to the airport. I needed 50.38 liters of petrol to make that distance. At an exchange rate of one euro to $1.12 in U.S. dollars I paid 62.37 in euros for the petrol. That was about $69.78 U.S. What had I budgeted for gas for this trip? Sixty nine bucks!

 

 

The 913 kilometers came out to about 570 miles. The 50.38 liters of petrol equated to roughly 13.25 U.S. gallons. Based on these numbers I got an incredible 43 M.P.G. with the Skoda Rapid and its manual transmission. The fuel cost was $5.26 U.S. per gallon. Even though gas is selling for a buck sixty in some parts of the U.S. petrol is always expensive in Europe.

 

 

Come on. Now my GPS doesn’t work?

The final part of my trip’s “fraying at the edges” came with my Garmin GPS unit. Overall, I was most impressed with its quality during the entire trip. However, at the end, it couldn’t find my hotel near the Dublin airport. Luckily, I still had the data plan with my cellphone. Waze came through and got me safely to the hotel.

 

 

This was a basic hotel less than 10 kilometers from the airport. That would allow me to sleep as late as possible before heading out tomorrow morning. The car was filled with gas. Tomorrow would be a long day.

 

 

 

TUESDAY

 

 

I never worry about getting home until it’s time to head home.

When I take on these trips I am concerned about one thing. I want to find a way to get to where my first trackchasing event will take place. I never worry about getting home (view from our deck above). I figure I can always “figure it out” when the time comes.

 

 

Now the time had come. How would I get home? It was the day following the big Easter weekend. Wouldn’t everyone be heading home today from their holiday travels? Probably so.

 

 

I didn’t have a ticket to fly home. I rarely, if ever, do. I had several options for flying home. There were no non-stop flights from Dublin to Los Angeles. My options included connecting in New York, Atlanta, Newark, Boston, Chicago or San Francisco. I would see which flight had a seat for me and go from there.

 

 

So what qualifies as an early wake-up call?

There was also the idea of an early wake-up call. When you go on a trip what do YOU consider an early morning wake-up call? Maybe 5 a.m. or 3 a.m.? Would that be early enough for you?

 

 

This was my situation. I would end up in California on Tuesday night….I hoped. Of course, I would be on California time when I got home. My wake-up call in Dublin came at 10:45 p.m. Monday night California time. I didn’t get up early Tuesday morning California time to get to California tonight. I got up on MONDAY NIGHT California time to get home by Tuesday night. Why do I tell you that? Because that is what happened.

 

 

Business class….almost.

Terminal 2 in the Dublin airport is very nice.  I am happy to report that I got a seat on the very first plane I tried for. As a matter of fact I was given a business class seat on a flight to Atlanta. I got that seat more than two hours before the flight departed. That was strange.

 

 

Nearer flight time I was called to the airline desk. Someone with more “status” had bumped me out of business class. I can’t recall that every happening before. Nevertheless, I still had a preferred coach seat with an open seat next to me. For a nine-hour flight that’s not bad at all.

 

 

The flight was uneventful. Those are the best kind. I did get to watch two entertaining movies, Spotlight (2016 academy winner for best film) and Janis: Little Girl Blue, a documentary about Janis Joplin’s life.

 

 

 

SUMMARY

 

 

Brilliant.

So what did I think of the trip? It was fantastic given all of the circumstances. Heck, I only thought of the trip six hours before I left my driveway bound for LAX. Actually, I think that’s a pretty good way to do things.

 

 

I had seen four more tracks in the U.K. and Ireland. I really love the racing there and the trackchasing benefit is a great bonus. The U.S. track promoters could learn a lot from the U.K. promotions.

 

 

I had driven a car on the wrong side of the road for 500 miles without incident. I estimate I have driven well over 20,000 miles with right side drive cars. Not many folks can say that.

 

He travels fastest travels alone.

There is a saying I subscribe too. “He travels the fastest who travels alone”. That’s true. However, I wouldn’t want to travel alone all the time. The two weekends that preceded this trip found Carol and me traveling to and from Texas with much of the trip with our grandkids. The two weekends following this trip will be spent with Carol in Maui. It doesn’t get much better than that.

 

 

I wish more friends could come along.

It’s a shame that my fellow trackchasers or general friends can’t come along very often on these trips. With my travel schedule and the way my travel sponsors support me no one else, other than Carol, can really come along. There are plusses and minuses to anything.

 

 

I have now made nine trackchasing trips to the United Kingdom. Will there be more? I think so. I might be able to squeeze a good trip out of Scotland. Another trip might be autograss focused. Finally, I might come back someday simply to visit the very best U.K. tracks I’ve seen. I hope I make all three of those trips.

 

 

That’s it. Hope you had fun.

That’s it from my last minute trip to the United Kingdom. I hope you have enjoyed travelling along with me via the written word, photos and videos.

 

 

I’m beginning to plan some more international trips as this is written. I’ve seen racing in 70 different countries. Look for me to try to add one or two more this year. Time will tell.

 

 

Good day.

 

 

United Kingdom

 

 

Nine times to the U.K.

During this trip I saw my second, third and fourth tracks in Northern Ireland. That gives me 59 tracks in the United Kingdom. A bonus had me adding my third track in the country of Ireland.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading about my trackchasing,

 

Randy Lewis

World’s #1 Trackchaser

Peoria Old Timers Racing Club (P.O.R.C.) Hall of Fame Member

U.K. sayings: I’m chuffed to bits. If you’re “chuffed to bits” you’re really happy or thrilled about something. It’s also acceptable to say “chuffed” all on its own: “I’ve just scored free tickets to the Beyoncé concert, and I’m well chuffed!”

 

 

 

 

QUICK FACTS

 

 

AIRPLANE

Los Angeles, CA (LAX) – London, England (LHR) – 5,449 miles

London, England (LHR) – Dublin, Ireland (DUB) – 279 miles

 

 

RENTAL CAR #1

Dublin International Airport – trip begins

Dungannon, Northern Ireland

Coolronan, Ireland

Crumlin, Northern Ireland

Coleraine, Northern Ireland

 

Dublin International Airport – trip ends – 575 miles

 

AIRPLANE

Dublin, Ireland (DUB) – Atlanta, GA (ATL) – 3,933 miles

Atlanta, GA (ATL) – Los Angeles, CA (LAX) – 1,940 miles

 

 

Total air miles – 11,601 (4 flights)

Total rental car kilometers – 913 kilometers (1 car)

 

Total miles traveled on this trip – 12,176 miles 

 

 

 

TRACK ADMISSION PRICES:

Tullyroan Oval – $6 British Pounds plus 4 pounds for tiered parking

Coolronan Raceway – 8 Euros, paid with 10 pounds to get 3 euros in change!

Nutt’s Corner Raceway – 5 British pounds discounted from ten for late arrival

Aghadowey Oval – $6 British Pounds plus 4 pounds for tiered parking

 

 

Total racetrack admissions for the trip – $8 euros and 17 pounds or about $33 U.S.

 

 

 

LIFETIME TRACKCHASER COMPARISONS 

The three most important trackchasing comparisons to me are:

 

Total lifetime tracks seen

Total “trackchasing countries” seen

Lifetime National Geographic Diversity results

 

 

Total Lifetime Tracks

There are no trackchasers currently within 525 tracks of my lifetime total. Don’t blame me.

 

1. Randy Lewis, San Clemente, California – 2,203

 

 

Total Trackchasing Countries

There are no trackchasers currently within 10 countries of my lifetime total.

 

1. Randy Lewis, San Clemente, California – 70

 

 

 

Current lifetime National Geographic Diversity results

 

1. Randy Lewis, San Clemente, California – 4.47

 

 

 

That’s all folks! Official end of the RLR – Randy Lewis Racing Trackchaser Report

 

 

Click on the link below to see the “Video Plus” production from the racing action today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Click on the link below for a photo album from today’s trackchasing day.  You can view the album slide by slide or click on the “slide show” icon for a self-guided tour of today’s trackchasing adventure.

 

 

 

Fun U.K. racing from Northern Ireland plus touring