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These car definitely looked like outlaws. 

Greetings from Post Falls, Idaho

From the travels and adventures of the 

“World’s #1 Trackchaser”

Northwest Speedway known now as Stateline Speedway – oval track – Lifetime Track #162

Editor’s note:  I didn’t start writing Trackchaser Reports until about my 400th track.  Therefore I don’t have anything, even pictures, from my visit to the Northwest Speedway in 1986.  All I can remember is that I saw my first ever NASCAR Northwest race on that visit.



Stateline Speedway – figure 8 track – Lifetime Track #1,780

 

 

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I was starting to feel the pressure of this trip……………more in “The Plan”.

 

Desperate people do desperate things……………..more in “The Trip”.

 

Did we need ‘secure’ parking? …………..details in “Race Review”.

 

 

THINGS YOU MIGHT HAVE NOTICED HAD YOU BEEN PAYING MORE ATTENTION IN SCHOOL

 

THE BEST READERS IN RACING TAKE TIME TO CONTRIBUTE
From a good friend and South Dakota general interest newspaper racing reporter.

 

“I recently added three Minnesota tracks to my list, K.R.A. Speedway in Willmar, Fiesta City Speedway in Montevideo and Madison Speedway in Madison.

This puts me proudly at 31 tracks, a mere 169 short of making the bottom of the list of official trackchasers.

 

Woof!

 

I always enjoy reading of your exploits. I particularly liked the B&W video of Fantasy Speedway in Maine. Only a brief background glimpse of modern cars in the parking lot gave any indication that this wasn’t shot back in the 50s or 60s. Nice work!

 

Regards and best wishes,

 

wannabe trackchaser”

 

 

 


THE PLAN
 

 

I was starting to feel the pressure on this trip.

Every one of my trips has a plan.  Sometimes the plan doesn’t work out…..

 

She always has a smile on her face.

She always has a smile on her face.

 

Carol’s coming along on this trip!  That’s always good.  However, I feel as if I have to be on my very best “logistical behaviour” when she shares the front seat of my rental car.

 

Carol doesn’t sleep overnight in airports (at least she never has on a trackchasing trip).  She doesn’t sleep overnight in cars either.  I don’t like to make her stay in a Motel 6.  Truth be told I feel extra “pressure” to produce a quality trackchasing trip with good racing, some touring opportunities and a reasonable trackchasing travel schedule with “Trackchasing’s First Mother” is part of the show.



Imagine putting lots of red dots on a map….and then taking most of them off the map.

However……those “above average” trip attributes that I was looking for as Carol joined me are hard to come by nowadays.  I’ve seen nearly 1,800 racetracks.  There are very few really “good” tracks we have not already seen.  Having visited so many tracks, the remaining ones aren’t exactly located right next to each other.  Imagine putting a red dot on a map of the U.S. and Canada for every trackchasing countable racetrack there is.  Then take 1,779 of those dots OFF the map.  The remaining dots would then have a significant amount of “gap” between them at that point.  No, it won’t get any easier from here on out.



Why this trip?

I chose this trip for a few reasons.  First, the flight availability looked about as good as it could considering we’re still in the middle of the summer tourist travel season.  Secondly we planned to do all of our traveling in the Mountain and Pacific time zones.  That’s a lot easier than dealing with two and three-hour time zone changes.

 

Finally, the trip offered some geographical diversity.  The primary plan would have us trackchasing in Idaho, Utah and Oregon.  Those are three of the most lightly trackchased states in the country.  It was with this “grand plan” that two college sweethearts headed out the front door of their humble abode in the sleep little seaside village of San Clemente bound for adventure.

 

 

THE TRIP

  

Would you be willing to travel this way?

We woke up this morning in San Clemente, California.  We went to sleep in Spokane, Washington.  This is what today looked like.

 

Folks every one of these trips….is about the trip.  It’s not about racing or anything else.  It’s about the TRIP.  You, the reader, will have to decide exactly how “easy” this trip was.  Would you be willing to travel this way?



Carol is trying to recover.

We consider ourselves “trackchasing assassins”.  Our mission is to knock off track by track.  Everything we do is oriented toward the mission’s objective.  Carol often says that when she trackchases she wants to see as many tracks as possible to make the trip the most productive.  This is true even after trackchasing commissioner Guy Smith ruled against visiting my website to pick up Carol’s track count.  Mr. Smith’s decision knocked Carol off the trackchasing voting rolls.  Carol is still trying to recover her indomitable trackchasing spirit.

 

We needed to be out the door at 4:20 a.m. this morning.  For me to meet that deadline I set my alarm for 4 a.m.  Carol, seemingly having more things to do, set her wake-up call at 3:15 a.m.  She had gone to bed at about 10 p.m.  Just before she did she poked her head inside my office door and said, “Don’t stay up too late.  We’ll have a big day tomorrow.”  Little did we know how true that statement would be.  I nodded my head and kept searching out flight alternatives and backup plans.


Even “Trackchasing’s First Mother” has responsibilities on a trip like this.

At 4:20 a.m. the 65-mile drive to LAX would take about an hour.  When we arrived I dropped Carol at the Delta terminal.  There she would print out our boarding passes for flight option #2.  From there she would use her “TSA PreCheck” credentials to clear airport security.  She would not have to take her shoes off, take her laptop out of the bag (if she had brought her laptop) or take her “liquids and gels” (she had brought along a lifetime supply of those) out of her carryon luggage.  Then she would make the long 15-minute walk from terminal 5 to terminal 8.

 

While she was doing this I would park the car.  From the lot F parking garage I had a good 20-minute walk, in the dark, to United Airline’s terminal 8.  If all worked well we would arrive at gate 88 within ten minutes of each other.  We did.  It’s great to be able to travel with someone who can hold his or her own and do a few things to help the joint objective right.

 

We had printed our boarding passes out for the United Airlines flight, option #1, the night before.  For some reason I wasn’t given the option to send the boarding passes to my iPhone.  Normally I check in electronically by simply showing the boarding pass scan from my iPhone to the TSA folks.



This was not going to be easy.

Flights were tight.  We were trying to get to Salt Lake City.  Once in SLC we would have two Friday night trackchasing options.  One was in Idaho. The other was located in Utah.  Folks, it’s hard to find ANY Far West tracks for me to see anymore, even on Saturdays.  Having TWO Friday night Far West opportunities bordered on the trackchasing unbelievable.

 

However, our first flight option was overbooked with paying passengers.  We were #3 and #4 on the standby list.  I had already decided if only one of us could get on the plane then Carol would go.  I would try to follow.  Folks, I’ve got to ask you the $64,000 question.  Do you take a lot of vacations with your spouse or loved one where only one of you might get on the airplane at the airport?  Sorry….I don’t see a lot of hands shooting up.

 

The gate agent was now calling for “volunteers”.  She was looking for volunteers from the paying passengers to be “voluntarily bumped” from the flight.  They only do this when they’ve SOLD more seats than they have for paying passengers to sit in.  That’s a REAL bad sign for the standby flyers!

 

Alas, even though they recruited five such volunteers they didn’t need them.  It’s very common to ask for volunteers, get those volunteers hopes up that they will get a voucher for somewhere between $300-800 and then tell them at the last minute they wouldn’t be needed.  It’s all part of the game.

 

Carol and I were #3 and #4 on the standby list.  Another couple was #1 and #2.  It turned out there was just one seat available for standby flyers.  We hoped the other couple would not be willing to “split up”.  It’s not unusual for a couple traveling together to want to stay together.  When that happens with standbys #1 and #2 then standby passenger #3 (that would be Carol) wins!  However, the couple ahead of us did split and we sat.  Folks, that’s how it goes in the standby game.



Option #1 had failed; option #2 looked bleak….what could we do?

We were in terminal 8.  Flight option #2 was in terminal 5, a 15-minute walk away.  Before we took that walk I checked the last minute availability of option #2.  It looked bleak.  I didn’t even think it was worth walking over to terminal 5 to give it a chance.

 

“But Randy.  I’ve been following your exploits for years.  I know you wouldn’t have just two options.  What was option #3,” the puzzled yet intrigued reader might ask.



It was almost desperation time.

Yes, I did have an option #3.  It was a little extreme but it might work.  Option #3 involved riding an airport shuttle ($48) or taking a taxi (cost unknown but likely more than $48) from the Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) to the Long Beach (LGB) Airport.  That was a 20-25-mile ride.

 

It was now 7 a.m.  Our “Option #3” flight departed Long Beach at 10:15 a.m.  We could get to the Long Beach airport in time for that flight and the availability made it look possible we could get on that plane.

 

“But Randy”, the clearly engaged reader now might likely want to ask, “Why not just go back and get your car and drive over to the Long Beach Airport?”  There were two reasons that wasn’t a leading idea.

 

First, we have a “parking sponsorship” at LAX.  My LAX parking sponsor is Los Angeles World Airports (The Sponsor).  Parking at LAX is $12-20 per day.  I don’t pay those fees.  I have a pretty good sponsorship.  The CHEAPEST parking at Long Beach is $17 per day.

 

However the real reason it didn’t make sense to drive our car over to Long Beach was this.  We would most likely be returning to LAX.  It wouldn’t do much good to have our car at Long Beach when there was a 99% chance we would be coming back to LAX.  Folks, did you ever imagine just “going to the races” could be this complicated?



Information is king; I just didn’t have the keys to the kingdom just yet.

Since it was “only” 7 a.m. (that’s the hidden benefit of getting up at 4 a.m.) I examined any other remaining options of getting from Los Angeles to Salt Lake that involved connecting flights.  I did this using my hard copy Official Airline Guide (OAG), a publication I have subscribed to for forty years, and the airport’s departure board.

 

There was a possibility or two still remaining at LAX.  It involved taking two flights to get to SLC.  Taking TWO flights from LAX to SLC added to the complexity of the situation.  If we made it from LAX to SOMEWHERE and then didn’t get from SOMEWHERE to Salt Lake City we would be stuck in SOMEWHERE and not be seeing any racing today.  However, it was worth a shot.

 

There was an 8 a.m. flight to Boise, Idaho.  It had two seats available and we were the #1 and #2 standby passengers.  However, you need to know, that the number of seats available and the number of standby passengers is a “fluid” number.  Passengers can show up at the last minute or decide to sleep in.  Their connecting flight can be late making the passenger a “misconnect”.  Other standby passengers with more “horsepower” (Ya, it’s a military term) can show up at the last second and push us down the standby list.  All kinds of things can happen…..and always do!

 

Anyway, IF we could get on the flight to Boise the Boise-Salt Lake flight looked very good.  At least with this plan we were not likely to get stuck in Boise.  Just twenty-five minutes after the Boise flight was scheduled to leave a LAX plane left for Palm Springs.  If we didn’t make Boise we could try to fly to Palm Springs.  The Palm Springs to Salt Lake flight looked good.

 

If neither Boise nor Palm Springs worked out, it would be “taxi time” to Long Beach.  While we waited to see if the “Boise idea” would work out we tried out the new Carl’s Jr. restaurant location in terminal 8.  Terminal 8 has long been void of good quick and fairly cheap eateries.  They didn’t have any but now they do.


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We’re going to Boise.

It turned out that the Boise flight had three unfilled seats.  Carol and I got the first two and the only other standby flier got the last seat.  Great!  Once in Boise we would have two shots at getting to Salt Lake.  If we made the first flight we would have ONE SHOT at getting to Spokane, Washington.  Getting to Spokane would be necessary for us to trackchase in Idaho tonight.  If we didn’t make Spokane but we did make Salt Lake we would trackchase in Utah.

 

The "Blue" field at Boise State University.

The “Blue” field at Boise State University.



It was time to take control of our own destiny!

Once in Boise (Home of the blue field) we checked in for the first of our two opportunities to get to Salt Lake.  Surprisingly, based upon a lack of available seats we would not get on this plane.  It was at this time that I had a brainstorm.

 

How long would it take us to DRIVE from Boise, Idaho to the racetrack in Post Falls, Idaho?  Heck, the entire drive was in Idaho right.  How long could that take us?  The answer:  Seven hours, 28 minutes.

 

It was now nearly noon.  I wondered what time the racing would begin tonight at the Stateline Speedway.  Why not call the track to find out!  I did just that.  “Larry” the track promoter was most helpful.  The main events tonight, including the figure 8 feature, would begin at about 9 p.m. he told me.

 

That call made the decision for us.  We had nine hours before feature time and “only” needed to drive seven and one-half hours.  Heck, we could stop along the way for ninety minutes of sunbathing if we wanted….but we had better not.

 

All we needed was a rental car in Boise that we could drop off in Spokane (about 25 miles from the racetrack).  That could be expensive.  I called up my buds over at National Rental Car to see what they could do to help.  I explained the dilemma of competing with those “Dreaded East Coast Trackchasers”  My main rental car sponsor wanted to help.  They did.  For just $8.36 they would give me a brand new Toyota Camry for the next 24 hours.  I would pick it up in Boise and drop it off in Spokane.

 

This sealed the deal.  Carol and I hopped in our National Rental Car Racing Toyota Camry and drove off into the Idaho afternoon.  Of course, the more than rural landscape to the drive was lovely.  Carol and I shared the drive up to the track.

 

 

What can we learn from this?


Sometimes you need a new plan in life and sometimes you need that plan fast.

When Carol and I left the driveway this morning at 4:20 a.m. we had hoped to get to the State Line Stadium Speedway in Post Falls, Idaho.  We had a plan.  However, as the day progressed we soon found out our plan was not going to work.

 

Therefore, if we wanted to reach our objective, we needed a new plan….and we needed it fast.  We were willing to do whatever it took the reach our objective.  This is why I say that trackchasing is like life.

 

A person may have an objective in life and a plan to make that happen.  However, when the plan starts to fall apart, you need a new plan and you might need to come up with it quickly.  You might need to do “whatever it takes” to make things work.  The important thing is to not lose sight of the original objective.  There’s no need to lower your goals or accept less.

 

Some people may think these Trackchaser Reports are just about racing.  I don’t think they are.  They are a reminder to me, and maybe you, that there is a lot of “crossover” when working a plan in one activity and being able to transfer the “process” over to another seemingly unrelated activity.  See what I mean?



Jackpot!

Off we went in a very upgraded Toyota Camry.  We were about an hour into the trip when we hit the jackpot.  O.K., it was a small jackpot but it WAS a jackpot.  Did you know that Boise, Idaho is in the Mountain time zone?  Did you know that Post Falls, Idaho is in the Pacific time zone?  That’s right.  These two Idaho cities are in different time zones.  How lucky were we?  This gave us an extra hour to sunbathe if we wanted too…..but we had better not.

 

I implore you to look at the photos from our drive up Route 95.  I don’t know if I would call the desert mountain landscape beautiful but it was most unique, rugged and picturesque.  We had about 414 miles of that view!  Please check out the photos.  They are some of the most unusual scenic photos I’ve taken all year.


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Something didn’t feel right.

Just before getting to the State Line Stadium Speedway we stopped at Subway.  There I popped open my laptop to secure a hotel room for tonight.  I wanted to get something special for Carol.  However, it wasn’t as easy as I had hoped.

 

With Priceline.com I went all the way up to $100.  I never bid that high.  On Priceline a $100 bid should get you a $150-200/night hotel.  No luck.  Then I went over to Bidding.com.  I’ve been using this site a lot lately.  There was something funny going on.  They only had THREE Spokane hotels listed.  Normally, they would have 20-30 places for a city the size of Spokane.  Nevertheless, I secured a Days Inn for $59.99.  That was cheaper than the Motel 6 was renting for.  What did that mean?  It probably meant the Days Inn was a hole.  That wasn’t good but at least we had a reservation.  We headed to the racetrack.

 

After the races……..

 

Come on….this can’t be happening.

 

It took us about five minutes to clear the traffic when the races ended at the State Line Stadium Speedway.  Then we drove another twenty miles to the downtown Spokane Days Inn.  I was right.  It didn’t look that great but at least we had a place…..or did we.

 

When I had booked the Days Inn on Booking.com I was told it was the last room available.  When we entered the hotel lobby the desk clerk “looked up” our reservation.  “We don’t have a reservation for Lewis” she told me.  Not a problem.  I simply pulled out my iPhone to show her the reservation details.

 

“Wait!” she told me.  We have three Booking.com reservations that came in late after we sold our last room.  “Maybe you’re in there” she said.  You guessed it.  We WERE in that pile.  What did this mean?  It meant we had a reservation but they did not have a room for us.  In hotel terminology we were “being walked”.  It happens all the time.  It just doesn’t happen very much to me.

 

O.K. it was now past 11 p.m.  We had been traveling hard core since just past 4 a.m.  What were our options?  I called Booking.com.  THEY had been trying to get ahold of me too.  They had left both a phone message and an email explaining the problem.  All evening they had been calling hotels on our behalf.  No luck.  A major Amway convention with 6,500 people was in town.  The ENTIRE town was booked!



Yes, I LIVE for situations like this.

Not a problem.  I LIVE for situations like this.  How could we solve this problem?  Booking.com thought they had a solution.  They had an alternative room for us in Moses Lake, Washington.  That might have worked except that Moses Lake is nearly a four-hour round-trip drive from Spokane!  We needed to be at the airport tomorrow morning by 9 a.m.  Going to Moses Lake would allow us to be in our room for six hours after we drove four hours to get there and after we had already driven ten hours for the day.  No thanks.  No #$%^$ thanks.

 

I thought there MUST be something in Spokane.  The short answer to that assumption is that there doesn’t HAVE to be anything available in Spokane…and there wasn’t.  However, I wasn’t giving up.  I was still “flying the airplane” if you know what I mean.



Let’s throw the late arrivals under the bus.

I was trying to work with the two clerks at the Days Inn desk.  They were very helpful.  There were still three people who had not checked into their rooms.  The desk clerk offered to “double check” those folk’s credit cards.  If any of those cards were declined they would give us one of their rooms.  That was worth a shot.  However, none of those cards were declined.  A couple of days ago I was on an airplane when a woman’s credit card was declined for a bag of Chex Mix.  She didn’t get anything to eat!  Now that’s the kind of America I want to live in.



One great last idea.

We were running out of options when I had one more idea.  “Do you have any rooms that are out of commission?”  They did!  However, the clerk was hesitant to rent one of them to us without knowing why they were “off-line”.  He agreed to close the lobby while he went to look.

 

Sadly, this idea was not going to work either.  “One room is storing our paint and doesn’t have a bed.  The other doesn’t have a bed either” he told us.  It did appear, as the clock struck midnight, that we were out of options.  We were out of hotel options.



Carol was not a Marine.

However, I still had two choices up my sleeve.  These were more appealing to me because they WERE choices.  Reality was now sinking in on Carol.  My last two “choices” were not what she would consider “choices”.  I was a Marine.  Anything is a choice.  Carol was not a Marine.

 

The choices were sleeping in the airport or sleeping in the car.  I checked my source, www.sleepinginairports.net but the review was not positive for sleeping at the Spokane International Airport.  Apparently, they close the terminal overnight.  The only place to sleep would be near the ticket counters.  That’s not a good choice.

 

This left the rental car.  Yes, the National Rental Car Racing Toyota Camry could also be the National Rental Car Toyota Camry “magnificent luxurious omnipotent hotel” or whatever.



When you are concerned about brushing your teeth or being kidnapped things are not going well.

Carol did not think much of this idea.  She had never slept overnight on a trackchasing trip in her life in a car.  “I have to brush my teeth” she cried.  I could never imagine saying to my Marine Corps drill instructor during a nighttime forced march, “Sir, Private Lewis platoon 1119 requests permission to stop and brush my teeth”.  That question might more likely get your teeth knocked out rather than brushed.

 

Our car was already parked in the Days Inn parking lot.  Carol was concerned about being kidnapped.  I figured a jam-packed hotel parking lot would be about as safe as anything.

 

“The car’s going to be too small to sleep in” Carol continued.  I considered putting her in the “back bedroom” aka the trunk!  However, you can go to jail for doing things like that.

 

As it was we simply leaned those bucket seats back, without saying too much to each other, and went to sleep.  I used my racing seat cushion as a pillow.  Carol, all 110 pounds of her, curled up in a ball and, to me, had PLENTY of room for slumber.

 

We went to sleep at midnight.  I slept through til 6 a.m.  Carol told me she woke every hour.  She was cold.  Yes, it was probably a good idea she never enlisted in the United States Marine Corps.  Frankly, I didn’t think it was that good of an idea for me either but I didn’t really have a choice.  In hindsight it did teach me that I can do just about anything as long as I think I can.



We were not the first trackchasers to sleep in their cars.

I always wondered what all of the trackchasers, who sleep in their cars, do when it’s 6 a.m., they’re up and there’s nowhere to go.  I needed to pee.  If Carol wasn’t with me I had one solution to that problem.  However, since Carol was with me we ended up going to an early morning McDonalds.

 

I ordered breakfast, opened up my laptop and began immediately searching for a hotel for tonight in Salt Lake City.  This time I did better.  Priceline gave me a Marriott Courtyard for just $65 when their best online rate was $149.  I was feeling better.

 

While I was enjoying breakfast Carol was in the ladies room at McDonalds.  Presumably she was brushing her teeth among other things.  I reminded Carol that this was supposed to be the “easiest” trip of the month.  In hindsight that might not have been the best thing to say at the moment……………….

 

 

If you made it this far you were probably just waiting to hear if Carol really killed me.



Nevertheless, this really isn’t a bad gig if you can get it.

Folks, if you’ve stuck with me through all of this you must either have a little bit of time on your hands or find these “intellectual puzzles” most interesting.  I hope it’s the latter but don’t mind if it’s the former.

 

Mind you, Carol was coming along on this trip because it was an “easy” trip.  Even though Carol works out six days a week, she might be hard pressed to keep up with me with it’s time to walk from one end of a major airport to the other several times each day until someone let’s me get on their airplane.  She’s less likely than me to accept sleeping overnight in the car.

 

To be clear I love traveling this way.  If we hadn’t made it to Boise or Salt Lake or anywhere else this morning I could have very easily said to Carol, “Wanna go to Maui?  That plane’s leaving in just twenty minutes”.  It’s really not a bad gig if you can get it.

 

 

Observations

 

Here’s a break.

In the interest of keeping this somewhat shorter than “War and Peace” (W&P) I will forego any further observations.

 

 

 

STATE LINE STADIUM SPEEDWAY – POST FALLS, IDAHO

 

This is a nice layout with all of the amenities. 

These guys had all their ducks in a row.

 

Most short tracks in the U.S. are not doing all that well financially.  Often that is because the program they offer the paying public is lacking.  That is not the case with the State Line Stadium Speedway.  They are “raking it in” so to speak and had all of their short track racing “bases” covered.

 

I was here all the way back in 1986.  Then the track was called the “Northwest Speedway”.  I was seeing my first NASCAR Northwest stock car race then.  I think I remember the track but I can’t really say for sure.

 

Tonight was the first day of a two-day show.  The State Line Stadium Speedway is a “Saturday” night track so seeing them race on a Friday was a bonus.  However, the “double extra super bonus” was seeing them race on their figure 8 track.

 

 

This was a “first ever”.

The announcer told us that the “Northwest Outlaw Figure 8 Series” had never ever raced here.  I don’t know if any other figure 8 cars had raced here either.  I suspected they had since the quarter-mile (maybe a 3/8) asphalt oval had a traditional paved figure 8 course as part of the oval.



Did we really need secure parking?

When we arrived we noticed two “levels” of parking.  One was free and the other was “secured” parking.  This made me feel that possibly the free parking was not “secure”.  We chose the free parking.  It wasn’t our car right.

 

Admission was a little on the pricey side for the first day of a two-day show.  The only “main” event tonight was the 50-lapper for the figure 8 cars.  The other divisions were qualifying as well as running heats and a “B” feature.  General admission was $18 with seniors getting in for fourteen bucks.



This has to be a ‘top 40’ track.

There are 40-50 tracks in the country that are very professionally run.  This was one of them!  When we entered the large grandstand we noticed a large crowd of 1,500-2000 folks.  In short track racing a crowd that size ranks in the top 5%.

 

There were separate concession stands for food, beer/wine and candy/drinks.  During the night we (I) ordered only a sno-cone (black cherry) and a package of candy “Dots”.  Most tracks don’t offer wine, sno-cones OR Dots!

 

The dual announcing team spoke in “radio disc jockey” style.  That’s not a knock.  They were knowledgeable about the racing, entertaining and could be heard very well over a stout P.A. system.  The lights were good and the concrete slab grandstand seats were made tolerable with our foam rubber seat cushions (really garden knee pads).

 

The weather was comfortable with temps in the low 70s.  For the first time in months I wore my Saskatoon Roughriders hooded sweatshirt to keep warm.

 

The track offered several uniformed security people who roamed the stands in search of any folks violating the rules.  I didn’t see any “take downs” and three of the security folks were at the entrance gate wishing everyone well at night’s end.  However, I had come to know Wal-Mart’s greeter is not there to say “hello” but to be stationed near the store exit to make sure you don’t steal stuff.  Was that what these security folks were doing?



Yes, Carol was a winner.

You’re probably thinking that Carol was a loser on this trip.  Wrong!  She was a winner!  Carol was getting “trackchasing credit” for two tracks tonight, the oval and figure 8 track.  I would add only the figure 8 layout.  They raced some 4-cylinder compacts, small pickups and super late models on the oval tonight.

 

The Northwest Outlaw Figure 8 group ran two dashes and a 12-car 50-lap feature event.  The feature winner came all the way from Indianapolis.  Two other cars came from California.  One of those drivers was interviewed.  He told the crowd that his home track in Los Angeles (Irwindale) had closed and the Northwest Outlaw Figure 8 group was the closest of anything where he could race his car.

 

The figure 8 cars were identical to the oval track super late models with one exception.  They had huge “sideboards” to make them look more “outlawish”.  The announcers told us they had “no rules”.



Was it all worth it?

The 50-lap feature race was the last event of the night and the best.  Did it make it worth driving 414 miles to get here and having to sleep overnight in the car worth it?  Don’t ask me that now but in two weeks.  In two weeks I will say it was well worth it.  It may take Carol a little longer to agree.

 

Carol had never seen “Outlaw figure 8ers”.  The cars were similar to what they run at the Spartan Speedway in Michigan and at the Indianapolis Speedrome.  She noted how enthusiastic the fan base was as well.

 

Recently when I had lunch with Santa Maria track promoter Chris Kearns he told me how well supported the track in Bakersfield, California was.  Spokane is similar to Bakersfield in some ways.  Both are not major metropolises or little towns.  That means they don’t have big league entertainment but they do have a population large enough to make a difference at the admission gate.

 

  

STATE COMPARISONS


Idaho

 

The Gem State

This evening I saw my 13th lifetime track in the Gem state, yes the Gem state.  I still have a handful of tracks to see in Idaho.  Recently, I discovered some “hidden” tracks that I plan to unveil in the near future.

 

 

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

 

Idaho sayings:  We’re more than just potatoes

 

 

 

 

 

 

TRAVEL DETAILS


AIRPLANE

Los Angeles, CA (LAX) – Boise, ID (BOI) – 654 miles

 

RENTAL CAR #1

Boise International Airport – trip begins

Post Falls, ID – 414 miles

 

 

 

TRACK ADMISSION PRICES:

State Line Stadium Speedway – $14 ($4 senior savings)

 

 

 

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

 

1.  Randy Lewis, San Clemente, California – 1,780

 

 

 

Total Trackchasing Countries

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

 

1.  Randy Lewis, San Clemente, California – 61

 

 

 

Current lifetime National Geographic Diversity results

 

1.  Randy Lewis, San Clemente, California – 5.29

 

 

 

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

 

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