Patsy Hillman Park

 

 

 

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:

 

 

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ON THE WAY TO THE RACES

 

 

FOREWORD

 

 

This is going to be a big weekend of trackchasing for me. If all goes well on Saturday I would see my 100th track of the 2016 season. This would be my 11th season of seeing 100 tracks or more.

 

 

On Sunday I plan to see my 100th lifetime track in Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania would join California, Michigan, Iowa, Illinois and Indiana as other states where I’ve seen 100 or more tracks. No one in the trackchasing hobby comes close to matching either one of this weekend’s accomplishments.

 

 

It’s interesting to note that I started trackchasing very late in life relatively speaking. By age 40 I had seen just 178 tracks. By age 50 I had seen 357 lifetime tracks. Others started trackchasing in their 20s and 30s. They had seen far more tracks by age 40 or 50 than me.

 

 

One of my challenges has always been my residential location of Southern California. As you can imagine it’s just not that convenient to trackchase from such a remote part of the United States. However, I never asked for convenience. I knew it wouldn’t be there!

 

 

For this trip It was going to be a challenge flying from Los Angeles to the east coast on a standby basis. All of the flights I looked at were extremely full. Yes, Friday is a busy day for flying. However, you would not think that October wouldn’t be nearly as busy as the summer or holiday times.

 

 

My theory is that people are traveling all over the country going to watch college football games. An airplane will seat about 150 people. A college football stadium can seat as many as 100,000 people. It doesn’t take very many fans to be heading to a game to fill up an airplane.

 

 

Today was a special day. Our son J.J. was celebrating his 10th anniversary as a commercial airline pilot. We’re very proud of all three of our children. They’ve been great and a pleasure to be around.

 

 

I have certainly benefited from my airline sponsorships over the past 10 years. Some folks think that is the primary reason for my trackchasing success.

 

 

I would be the first want to tell you that I couldn’t do this without sponsorships. However I would also tell you that I flew more than 12 million miles during my business career. After many of the business meetings I attended I stayed over to see racing at a track that I couldn’t get to very easily on my own.

 

 

It’s interesting to note that the year BEFORE I got the very valuable airline sponsorship I saw the most tracks I had ever seen in a single season. In 2005 I went to 182 different tracks for the very first time. I had no airline sponsorships in 2005. Would I have kept such a pace if I didn’t have airline sponsorship? We will never know for sure will we.

 

 

Even with my airline support I’ve never been able to beat that 2005 total. The significance of seeing 182 tracks in a single season really depends on how many tracks you have seen up to that point. If you haven’t seen very many at all then it’s a lot easier than if you’ve seen a thousand or even 2,000. At this stage of my career after seeing nearly 2,300 tracks there’s no way I could see 182 in a single season.

 

 

 

 

FRIDAY

 

 

Today I was standing by for a flight to the Ronald Reagan National Airport in Washington D.C. There was one unsold seat on this flight. I was the only standby passenger. Folks, that’s cutting it close. Nevertheless, I made my flight.

 

 

I landed in Washington D.C. at about 9 p.m. However I didn’t pick up my rental car immediately. I watched a movie on my computer instead. I’ve told you in the past there’s a good deal of strategy that goes on in the hobby of trackchasing.

 

 

A couple of important strategies for me are maintaining my trackchasing productivity as well as keeping a lid on costs. Seeing the most tracks at the least cost will keep me on the trackchasing road.

 

 

I plan to return my rental car as late as 11 p.m. on Sunday night. If I waited for a couple on hours before picking up the car on Friday night I would only be charged for two days of rental car expense when I returned it Sunday night. Timing is everything in life isn’t it?

 

 

I simply sat in the beautiful Ronald Ragan airport terminal, maybe the most beautiful architecture of any airport in the U.S., and watched my iTunes movie. That got me to the point where I was just about ready to pick up my rental car.

 

 

I selected a Toyota Camry for this weekend’s trip. I would have preferred getting a Toyota Avalon but didn’t see any. Nevertheless, the Camry is fairly close to the Avalon in appearance and quality.

 

 

I was out of the airport just before midnight. I ended up driving through Maryland on into Pennsylvania. I was looking for a rest stop where I could sleep overnight. I didn’t see any that met my requirements.

 

 

I was headed to Brownsville, Pennsylvania. Just a few miles before Brownsville I entered the town of Uniontown, Pennsylvania. There I found a Comfort Suites hotel. They were charging nearly $100 to stay at their place. I would stay at the Comfort Suites.

 

 

OK, I wouldn’t really STAY inside the Comfort Suites hotel building. I would simply pull the National Rental Car Racing Toyota Camry into the parking lot. Once there I simply leaned back the front seat and slept for six or seven hours. Using this method I would not be getting any frequent stay points from the Comfort Suites. However, my credit card wouldn’t even recognize my stay!

 

 

I travel as casually as I can. I learned that from former Marquette University basketball coach Al Maguire. Casual for me means cargo shorts, deck shoes and a T-shirt.

 

 

That wardrobe is not well suited for the Pennsylvania fall weather. The temperature would dip down overnight to about 40. It was windy and raining off and on. I did have to start the car’s engine to heat up the interior a time or two. Nevertheless I got through the night in fine/acceptable fashion.

 

 

 

 

SATURDAY

 

 

I slept in until about 9 a.m. Of course that was just 6 a.m. California time. I felt good. I would take a little bit of the cash I had saved by not spending any money on a hotel room last night and put it into our vacation fund. Then….we’ll do something wild and crazy with that money.

 

 

The first race today was tentatively scheduled to begin at 11 a.m. However the main race was going to be at 1 p.m. That gave me plenty of time for breakfast.

 

 

Of course, I had never been in Brownsville, Pennsylvania in my life. Where would be a good place to eat? Yelp, my trusty iPhone app, told me I should eat at the Chuck Wagon restaurant. They had a 4.5-star rating from 11 reviewers. That’s a small number of reviews but folks around here don’t use tech quite as much as urban people do.

 

 

The outside of the Chuck Wagon restaurant was fairly nondescript. However on a Saturday morning the parking lot was full. That was a very good sign.

 

 

I walked into a large and very busy restaurant. The only available seats were at a sit-down counter. I grabbed one.

 

 

I looked at all the specials especially the ones including pancakes. This would have been a great day to chow down on chocolate chip pancakes. However, right now I’m working with the Atkins diet and having great success. No pancakes for me. I would stick to eggs, cheese and bacon. I love that stuff too.

 

 

As I was finishing up my meal my waitress came by to say hello. She thanked me for coming. She said, “I know you’re not from around here but we have a special promotion. If you write your name and phone number on this ticket and we draw it out you’re going to win a prize”.

 

 

I looked up and smiled and said, “How do you know I’m not from around here?”. “Well are you?”, she asked. “No, I’m not!” I told her. She said, “I knew it. The girl is right!”

 

 

Folks I get that a lot. Everywhere I go people seem to know that I am “not from around here “. Why is that? Maybe it’s because I’m always traveling. Maybe it was because I was wearing fluorescent yellow running shoes this morning. I looked around the restaurant. No one else had fluorescent yellow running shoes. Nevertheless, the Chuck Wagon restaurant was a great place.

 

 

 

THE RACING

 

 

Patsy Hillman Park – Brownsville, Pennsylvania

 

 

From the restaurant it was a quick 20-minute drive over to the Patsy Hillman Park. The park’s website had this to say about their park:

 

 

“The 467-acre Patsy Hillman Park, located at 100 Hillman Park Dr., features a stocked fishing lake, five pavilions, soccer and baseball fields, trails and a concession stand for special events. Each year, the park hosts a fishing rodeo in June, sponsored by the local chapter of the Izaak Walton League of America, and July 3 fireworks, sponsored by the Greater Brownsville Area Chamber of Commerce. The parkland was donated Sept. 21, 1954, to Brownsville Borough and Luzerne Township by the Hillman Foundation of Pittsburgh.”

 

 

The New East Coast XC racing group was sanctioning the races today. I had talked to their owner and promoter Ronnie Wilson last week. Ronnie was a gregarious guy. We talked for several minutes.

 

 

Today when I pulled into the park I noticed three women all with clear plastic ponchos trying to battle the wind and rain. I bought my wristband from them for $15. It was good for the entire weekend although I would only be here for today’s UTV racing.

 

 

I drove into the parking lot. I could see a few cars and trucks but no race trailers. I made a loop through the area. As I was doing that a big fellow approached my car riding his quad. This was the man himself Ronnie Wilson.

 

 

He was as friendly and gregarious in person as he had been on the telephone. We talked for several minutes. Initially it looked like there might be a problem.

 

 

The area has had a lot of wet and rainy weather over the past couple of days. Ronnie was surmising that this was cause for a significant drop in racer attendance today. He told me one group down in West Virginia, that was planning to bring five cars, couldn’t because of snow and blocked roads. OMG.

 

 

Ronnie had told me in advance that the 11 a.m. race might not happen at all. However he said the main event was going to be the 1 p.m. race. As we were talking the very first competitor rolled in. That was a good sign. However, I needed at least two racers in order for this track to count. I kept watching the entrance to the park!

 

 

Ronnie told me that he had seen a couple of other trackchasers at one of his earlier events. He described the people as “an old guy and a little guy”.

 

 

As we talked I shared trackchasing’s rules and regulations as it applied to today’s situation.  I explained the long and sordid history behind the rule that requires all UTVs in a single class to begin the race at the same time. Actually, it’s sort of like the United States Civil War. Both were dark spots in the respective histories of the hobby and our country. Ronnie was interested, like lots of people are, to know that other people actually do this trackchasing thing. Yes, they do.

 

 

I will tell you this. Lots of people (I could prove that number is in the millions) have become aware of trackchasing from my postings and media interviews. Is that how you first learned about trackchasing?

 

 

However, after all of that communication with the public I’ve noticed something a little strange. When people first here about trackchasing they don’t immediately ask me questions about others doing it. They seem to think I’m the one and only person who has ever “trackchased”. Of course, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Nevertheless, people just don’t think, initially at least, that anybody else goes trackchasing!

 

 

Ronnie and I talked for a few minutes about what it takes to run an operation like his. He was telling me that the cost of liability insurance for a promoter like him is huge. He shared a number with me that I found surprisingly high. It would take a lot of entries to help offset those insurance costs. However we live in a litigious society. You gotta have insurance.

 

 

The outside temperature had risen to 45 degrees. There was a little bit of wind and rain off and on. The grounds were very wet. I had to be careful where I walked. I needed the shoes I was wearing to last me for the rest of the weekend. Walking around in cold and damp shoes in 40-50° temperatures would not be a lot of fun for three days.

 

 

As we got closer and closer to the 1 p.m. starting time a few more UTV racers pulled in. It looked like they were going to start about seven cars. That was certainly a lot better situation than having just one or two show up.

 

 

Precisely at 1 o’clock the racing began. I was pleased to see there were three classes of UTVs at the starting line today. Each class went off with its own green flag. The car counts for the three classes were 3-3-1.

 

 

Of course you won’t have to stand out in the wind, rain and 45° temperatures to see the action. I recorded the start of the competition and the racing from various points along the racetrack.

 

 

I prefer racecourses featuring UTV groups where you can see them race the entire circuit from one spectator position. However, today’s configuration was a cross-country course. That meant they would be racing in and out of the woods. Most of the time they were in the woods. That meant that most of the time spectators could not directly see the racing action. However you could hear the engines laboring through the muddy up and down hill trails of the Patsy Hillman Park.

 

 

The Patsy Hillman Park is big. Ronnie told me the length of today’s course was 5 miles. Without keeping specific track of a racer it was difficult to tell which ones had broken down or gotten stuck somewhere along the line. Sometimes I would wait at one particular position for a couple of minutes or more until a car came past my position for just a few seconds.

 

 

The highlight of the day was meeting the promoter Ronnie Wilson. What I learned from these types of encounters is that these folks don’t do it for the money. The promotion can cost them a lot of money. They do it for the fun and enjoyment of the sport. I guess that’s why I’m in trackchasing as well.

 

 

At the starting line the drivers were asked by Ronnie how long the race should be. Believe it or not that’s exactly how Ted Johnson used to do it in the early days of the World of Outlaw sprint cars. He would hold a driver’s meeting. There might be only five drivers following entire World of Outlaw circuit. The other drivers would be locals. Ted Johnson would look over toward Steve Kinser and Doug Wolfgang and say, “How long should the main event be today?” I’ll bet a lot of fans don’t know that about the World of Outlaws history. I was there during the early WOO days to see it all many many times. Today the drivers to a person voted for a 90-minute race rather than an hour.

 

 

As noted, today was a big day in my trackchasing historical career. I was seeing my 100th track for the 2016 season. Of course I’m not done yet.

 

 

Here’s a list of the years and the number of tracks that I saw in each of my 100 track seasons.

 

 

2004 – 127

2005 – 182

2006 – 147

2007 – 160

2008 – 102

2009 – 117

2011 – 113

2013 – 109

2014 – 130

2015 – 134

2016 – 100….and counting

 

 

 

 

AFTER THE RACES

 

 

Following the UTV racing at the Patsy Hillman Park I had a most interesting Trackchasing Tourist Attraction planned. If you’ve been following my hobby for very long you know that when I go out to travel I like to see things other than just the racing.

 

 

For some trackchasers the racing is enough. I look at it this way. I’ve spent my time and money to travel from Southern California to some faraway place. When I’m in the old folks home do I want my memories to be simply of a wet and muddy, wooded UTV course? Or do I want my memories to be of a wet and muddy, wooded UTV course PLUS some other local activity that didn’t involve racing. I think you can guess where I’m going with this.

 

 

This is October. This is the middle of the college football season. I think people flying back-and-forth across the country going to college football games are filling up our nation’s airplanes. The economy is good. People have money to spend on leisure. That whole process makes it more difficult for me to find a standby seat on an airplane.

 

 

Today, with me needing to be in Brownsville, Pennsylvania from about 11 a.m. until about 3 p.m. that ate into the heart of the college football opportunity. The lion’s share of fall college games start at about 1 p.m. or so local time.

 

 

However as luck would have it I found a game being played at 8 p.m. Eastern time tonight. The location was just 2 1/2 hours from this afternoon’s UTV trackchasing activity. The game was going to fit into my wheelhouse just perfectly.

 

 

Off I went to…. State College, Pennsylvania. That’s right. The Penn State Nittany Lions were playing the Ohio State Buckeyes. To top it all off the Ohio State Buckeyes came in as the number two ranked college football team in the country.  However, the weather did not look promising.

 

 

Penn State plays their games at Beaver Stadium. That stadium seats more than 107,000 fans. It is known as the second largest stadium in the western hemisphere and the third largest in the world. No, most people across the United States have never heard of “Beaver Stadium” like they have the Rose Bowl venue but then so what.

 

 

Of course, with such a high-ranked opponent the game would be sold out. I didn’t have a ticket. How was I going to get a ticket? How was I going to see the game? Don’t worry about these questions. I’ve answered them many times over my career and would answer them again today.

 

 

Along the way I stopped at McDonald’s. Why is that noteworthy? McDonald’s offers Wi-Fi. Wi-Fi gets me to Priceline.com. Princeline.com gets me a hotel for the evening. Priceline makes me feel good since last night I slept in my car and tomorrow night I’ll be sleeping inside an airport. Priceline rocks.

 

 

After I had secured my hotel in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania I was golden. Harrisburg was an hour and a half from the ball game in State College. Harrisburg was an hour and a half from tomorrow’s racing in Phoenixville, Pennsylvania. It was the perfect location.

 

 

There are certain areas, primarily smaller population centers, where college football is bigger than you might expect it to be. I’m talking about places like South Bend, Indiana, Lincoln, Nebraska, Corvallis, Oregon and, of course, State College, Pennsylvania. Folks in and around those areas don’t have the entertainment opportunities that major metropolitan areas do. College football is their thing. Good on them.

 

 

Tonight’s game between the Nittany Lions and the Buckeyes was scheduled to begin at 8 p.m. I arrived into State College at 6 p.m. I was not early. Penn State is noted for their tailgating. About 100,000 of the 107,000 fans were already enjoying that activity when I came up on the scene.

 

 

The first item on the agenda was finding a place to park. That was not easy. It looked as if the Beaver Stadium is on the edge of the Penn State campus. There is no citified residential area parking near the stadium.

 

 

The Penn State football parking reminded me a little bit of what it’s like to park at the Martinsville Speedway in Martinsville, Virginia. That venue itself is surrounded by miles of rolling green grass hills. These hills become parking lots during the time that their supporting venue has their big weekends.

 

 

I did find a spot. I would end up paying more to park there than I had ever paid to park anywhere in my life at an official parking lot of a sports venue. I am sad and somewhat embarrassed to say that I paid $40 to park which was the standard rate. It was non-negotiable.

 

 

After paying $40 you might think that I could just walk across the street from the convenience of the parking lot and be at the stadium. That was not the case. No, that was not the frigging case at all. I knew roughly where the stadium was from the location of my parking lot. I was pretty certain that people could walk from my parking spot to the game in two hours but I wasn’t 100% sure!

 

 

I had my car parked on a slightly muddy slope. Tonight the temperature was going to hover between 41 and 42°. Winds were expected to be 22 mph. During the game no rain was forecast.

 

 

In anticipation of this questionable weather I had broken out my ice racing gear. I had wool socks, long underwear tops and bottoms, blue jeans, a couple more layers on the top and my new Wal-Mart acquired jacket. Of course there was a stocking cap and jacket hood and my heaviest gloves. I don’t like to wear clothing like this. I don’t think people were meant to wear clothing like this. I don’t think people should wear clothing like this. I wear long pants about six hours year.

 

 

OK, I found a place to park. I had dressed for the occasion. There was just one problem. I still didn’t have a ticket to the game.

 

 

I have a couple questions to ask you. Would you feel comfortable doing what I was attempting to do? Would you show up to a storied college football program like Penn State’s, when they were playing their biggest game of the year and their biggest game in several years against the number two ranked Ohio State buckeyes, without a ticket? I hope you would.

 

 

I’ve screened most people who read these reports. They’ve been screened for superior intelligence and proper eating habits. Most people passed but some had a tough time with the eating habits exam. I hope these readers would have what it takes to hunt and gather until they had a ticket to the game that would insure an enjoyable night of sporting entertainment.

 

 

I had come prepared with the “Sign”. The sign is simply a piece of paper with the keywords that would make my finding a ticket really easy. On one side of the sign it said, “Need one”. On the other side of the sign it read, “Need 1″. I like to think of myself as bilingual.

 

 

My “need one” ticket sign attracts people like honey does flies. Well I guess you’re right. I could have used a better analogy. Nevertheless, I had not held up my sign for as much as 30 seconds when people came to assault me with offers to sell me their tickets.

 

 

I’ve done this hundreds of times. I’ve come to find that this is how it works. There’s always someone who explained to their friends at the very last minute that they couldn’t come to the game. That creates the dreaded “extra ticket”. These folks would love to sell it but they don’t have much experience doing something like this. They are afraid. Will they get in trouble if they try to sell the ticket? Secretly, they decide they will simply “eat the ticket”. Then when they see a gentle man like myself holding a sign that says “Need one” their prayers are answered.

 

 

I had no idea what the face value of tonight’s tickets was. It didn’t really matter. I was going to pay $20 for my ticket one way or another. Can you imagine paying just $20 to come and see one of the biggest games of the year at the very last minute and get a good seat it to boot? This is the way it happens. This is the way I make it happen.

 

 

One young man came up offering me a ticket. I told him I wanted to pay $20. He said he would sell it to me for $30. I couldn’t do that. He moved on. The second man came up. The same situation occurred. No problem. There were literally thousands of fans passing me by now. It’s a lot like fishing. I waited.

 

 

After holding up my sign over my 6’3″ head for less than a total of three minutes a woman came by with what looked to be her two young adult sons. She had a ticket. I told her I could pay her $20 for it. She told me that would be just fine.

 

 

After a business career spanning 30 years in which I did a good deal of recruiting for the company I am trained to recognize the inherent quality of people. This is why I put people into two general groups in life. First there are the good people. Then there are the Dreaded East Coast Trackchasers. Nevertheless, I digress.

 

 

The woman had a “printed” ticket. That simply means that at home in the comfortable confines of her den she can print out her tickets on her printer from an online source. There’s nothing wrong with that. Carol and I do it all the time. However, one can print out that online ticket 100 times. The first person to successfully scan the ticket at the box office wins!

 

 

I don’t like to buy tickets like that. I would prefer to buy a “hard” ticket. I could see this woman was sincere. Paying her $20 for a ticket even though it was printed would work out just fine.

 

 

Now I had my ticket and it was only a few minutes past 7 p.m. With game time at a little past eight I could enjoy the ambience of the game. As mentioned the place was absolutely packed.

 

 

Additionally tonight’s game was one of Penn State’s famous “white out” games. Penn State’s colors are blue and white. On a “white out” day all of the fans wear white shirts, jackets and the like. One might have thought it had snowed at Beaver Stadium. It almost did!

 

 

After surveying the crowd and the overall ambience I made my way to my seat. I could tell the walk from the parking lot to the stadium itself to my seat that I was going to have a good 30-40 minute walk, maybe more, to get back to my car. That was important information to know.

 

 

The Beaver Stadium is a beautiful place. It’s been added onto several times to accommodate the demand of its fans. Can you imagine being in a stadium the seats more than 107,000 people? The only U.S. stadium that is bigger is the “big house”. That’s where the University of Michigan Wolverines play their games.

 

 

I had an excellent seat. I was right on the 20-yard line. What percentage of the 107,000 fans do you think had a seat between the 20 and the 50-yard line? For $20 I had secured a seat that was better than nearly 75% of the other folks who bought tickets a long time ago at full price. Now do you know why I carry the “Sign”?

 

 

I must tell you that they put 107,000 fans in a seating arrangement that would much more comfortably accommodate 75,000 fans. They squish them in there! With everybody wearing four layers and their heavy winter jackets it was tight.

 

 

It was a true white out. There were a distinct minority of Ohio State fans wearing their traditional colors of scarlet and gray. And there was me with my dull black jacket acquired at Wal-Mart. I had purchased it at the last minute on my previous trip when I discovered I was going to freeze my butt off because I didn’t bring a jacket.

 

 

The first half of the game was pretty much a defensive battle. The score at half time was 12–7. I was following UCLA – Utah game being played simultaneously at the Rose Bowl. That game was being played in temperatures of 81°. I doubt that anyone was wearing a Wal-Mart jacket at the Rose Bowl. They wouldn’t do that because it was 81° and because it was Wal-Mart. That game ended in a 55-48 outcome. It sounded like an exciting game. Want to know who won? Google it.

 

 

I did not stay until the game’s conclusion. To be honest I left at halftime. Penn State and Ohio State have never been two of my favorite programs. I don’t really like any school that competes successfully with UCLA or Northern Illinois.

 

 

Other than the fact that this was a dull game I had no rooting interest in the outcome. There was another significant factor that pushed me along toward an early exit.

 

 

The weather was not what I was accustomed to in San Clemente, California. It was 41°. The wind was howling at more than 20 miles an hour. Then against all weather forecaster’s forecast it began to rain. It rained on and off during the first half. Now at half time just as the band came onto the field it was beginning to rain hard. I must tell you that my Wal-Mart jacket was very effective against the precipitation. Nevertheless ice rain during a football game isn’t something I’ve had to endure since my days at Northern Illinois University in DeKalb, Illinois.

 

 

Another other factor was time. The game was going to end at about 12 midnight. My hotel in Harrisburg was about an hour and a half drive away. I was a good 30-40 minutes or more from my car. Under a best-case scenario I would get to the hotel at 2 a.m. if I stayed for the entire game.

 

 

I was parked so far back in the lot that there was no way I could get out of there in less than two hours. I wouldn’t have been surprised if some people, including me, couldn’t get out of the parking in three or four hours. If I stayed for the entire game I wasn’t going to get to my hotel until somewhere between 4 a.m. and 6 a.m. If that were the case I wouldn’t even need a hotel!

 

 

As it was I left at halftime. I still didn’t get to my hotel until 1 a.m. I knew I had made the right choice.

 

 

I had accomplished what I wanted to do by seeing a Penn State football game in Beaver Stadium. I had been on the property from 6 p.m. until 10 p.m. That was more than enough time to soak up all of the ambience that such an event doles out.

 

 

I was majorly disappointed that I had to pay $40 to park. I didn’t much like the crowded seating or the weather. However I was glad I had done it…one time. Most of my Trackchasing Tourist Attractions are just like trackchasing’s racetracks. They are one and done. Lots of experiences are fun once but not always twice.

 

 

Good evening from an afternoon of racing in Brownsville, Pennsylvania.

 

 

 

 

Pennsylvania

 

 

The Keystone state

This afternoon I saw my 99th lifetime track in the Keystone state, yes the Keystone state. I’ve seen 99 or more tracks in 6 separate states. It shouldn’t take me long to add my 100^th Pennsylvania racetrack. Stay tuned.

 

 

 

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

Pennsylvania definitions: World Series

 

 

What it means everywhere else: The professional baseball championship in which some of the country’s best athletes attempt to win the Commissioner’s Trophy.

 

What it means in Pennsylvania: The annual Little League World Series held in Williamsport in which teams of 11 to 13 year olds from all around the globe attempt to bring home the crown.

 

 

Editor’s note: Yes, I have been to the Little League World Series.

 

 

 

 

QUICK FACTS

 

 

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 575 tracks of my lifetime total. Don’t blame me.

 

 

1. Randy Lewis, San Clemente, California – 2,286

 

 

Total Trackchasing Countries

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

 

1. Randy Lewis, San Clemente, California – 72

 

 

 

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 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.

 

 

Photos from a great day of UTV racing and big time college football