Greetings from Terrace, British Columbia, Canada
From the travels and adventures of the
“World’s #1 Trackchaser”
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Terrace Speedway – asphalt oval
Lifetime Track #2,081
THE EVENT ON THE WAY TO THE RACES Flexible i.e., making the plan work. If you have read many of my Trackchaser Reports you know I must stay flexible in order to make the plan work. “Making the plan work” simply means getting to add a new racetrack to my ever-growing list on each trackchasing day that finds me hitting the road. I don’t go out on the long and dusty trackchasing road if I can’t get the trackchasing job done. Could that brother-in-law of yours do this? I think travel keeps a person young. I also think having a “flexible mindset” keeps one young and energizes the mind. As you read through what I have to tell you ask yourself a question. Could that doltish brother-in-law of yours do what I do? I woke up in Portland, Oregon this morning. I didn’t really know where I would be staying tonight. Heck, I didn’t even know what COUNTRY I would be sleeping in. Your brother-in-law is falling behind already isn’t he? I didn’t get to my Portland hotel after trackchasing in Madras, Oregon last night until past 1 a.m. My alarm was set for 7:20 a.m. this morning, Saturday. I had to make a 9:15 a.m. flight from Portland to Salt Lake City, Utah. Do you think having less than two hours to get up, get ready, return rental cars, clear airport security and the like is enough time? It is for me. There was a problem on my near-term horizon. There was just one problem, a potentially big problem, with the idea of heading to SLC to trackchase. The weather forecast and the actual weather was terrible. The temperature was going to max out at about 50 degrees. The rain forecast called for a 70-90% chance of rain all day. It was going to be dreary in Salt Lake…..all day. I had hoped to see a new track in a nearby Utah city (purposely kept vague to confuse the prying eyes of my fellow competitors). I had been in contact with the local race organizers over the past few days. I had been told this was a “rain or shine” event unless the weather turns bad. That last part didn’t infuse me with confidence. I thought a rainy, windy 50-degree day WAS bad. When I landed in Salt Lake the weather forecast had delivered exactly what it had promised. It was a rainy gloomy day and it was cold. Temps were in the 40s. Would they be racing? No information = no power. There was no word of a cancellation on the event’s social media sites. I’m not sure that made a difference with me. There had not been any updates to their sites in days. I gazed out the window of the SLC airport. Even if they DID race did I want to be out in these conditions? If I knew for 100% sure they would race I would have rented my car and gone to the track. I tried calling my race contacts. No luck. Nobody answered. I even called the local police station! They had no definitive word. Understanding my options. I had trackchased last night, Friday in Oregon. I had no other Saturday alternatives. However I DID have a Sunday option. It wasn’t exactly nearby but it WAS an option. However in order to exercise my Sunday choice I would have to bag the Utah potentially rained out event today….Saturday. Doing nothing really is doing something. What would your brother-in-law do? Would he be paralyzed by fear? Remember in the decision-making process doing NOTHING is really doing SOMETHING. I had to make a decision and I did. It was 2 p.m. in Salt Lake. Racing at the Utah track was scheduled to begin at 6 p.m. With no word one way or another on the cancellation I started using the free Wi-Fi at the SLC airport. Change of plans. Change of countries! I was going to Canada. I wasn’t going to just step across the border as some of my fellow competitors do. I was going WAY UP in Canada. Check out the location of Terrace, British Columbia. The driving time from near the U.S. border in Washington up to Terrace is about 15 hours. The driving distance is 1,292 kilometers or a little more than 800 miles. Terrace is 1,725 miles from Salt Lake City. I obviously couldn’t drive from SLC and make tomorrow’s racing event at the Terrace Speedway starting at 2 p.m. on Sunday, Mother’s Day. I have created a “barrier to entry” for my trackchasing fellow competitors. I was going to have to fly. I was going to have to fly at the last minute. Do you know what airfares look like when you fly on less than two hours notice? No, your brother-in-law wouldn’t have a prayer at doing this. However, I am a sponsored trackchaser. I’ve told you a million times I couldn’t do what I do in the trackchasing arena without the help of my sponsors. My sponsors help me keep up with those big budgeted Dreaded East Coast Trackchasers. O.K., let’s be honest here. My sponsors don’t just allow me to keep up with the DECTs they provide an environment where I can dominate the DECTs. As Dizzy Dean always said, “It ain’t braggin’ if it’s true or you can do it”. In my case it is true and I can do it. Thanks Diz. Canada hear I come. I was soon on an airplane from Salt Lake City to Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. As I settled into my seat I noticed someone had left a phone message for me. It was my Utah racing contact. Despite the bad weather they WERE racing. Too late. My bag was already checked to Canada. Had I gotten that call 15 minutes earlier I would have stayed in Utah. It was an uneventful flight to Vancouver. When I landed I would have to clear customs, claim my checked bag and then clear security again for my flight from Vancouver (YVR) to Terrace (YXT) British Columbia. I didn’t have much time but there was just enough. Would you enjoy flying like I do? The first flight I was standing by for was full. Of course, I was flying standby. Everybody showed up. I didn’t make the flight. It would have been nice to get into Terrace while it was daylight but I still had an option. A flight leaving at 9:15 p.m. had more than 40 seats available. I would make that flight. The most challenging aspect of my trackchasing is simply managing the logistics. The late flight created another minor problem. The National Car Rental Company stayed open until 11:30 p.m. every night of the week except Saturday. On Saturdays they close at 8:30 p.m. Now do you see what I mean about “flexibility of mindset”? It’s the sum of all of these little problems that keeps me challenged and on my toes. J.J. and AT&T to the rescue. I had already contacted J.J. to set me up on an international data plan. For $30 USD I could get 120 MB of data. I would have to use it wisely. I was only going to be in Canada for a day and a half. I didn’t relish dropping thirty bucks on the data plan. However, it is never a good idea to be “pennywise pound foolish”. That $30 might save me much more in the long run. Now I didn’t know if I could get a rental car tonight. I couldn’t try to get a hotel until I knew I was on the plane. My data plan does not include phone calls. Phoning in Canada would cost me one dollar per minute. Those were a lot of obstacles. National Car Rental….what a sponsor. I received a call while I waited for my flight from the National Car Rental folks in Terrace. Although they would be closed when I arrived they had left my contract and keys in a secret drawer for me. That was nice of them! Now I had a car. I thought I had a flight. All that was left was getting that hotel room. Of course, if push came to shove as it sometimes does, I could sleep in my car or the airport. Yep. I try to maintain a level of resourcefulness. I was drawn to Terrace, B.C. by the uniqueness of the track’s location. The Terrace Speedway is about midway between Seattle and the southern tip of Alaska. They only race six times a year. I have a few very remote tracks like this one yet to see. It would be a bit expensive to come here. It would certainly be inconvenient. Nevertheless, the track’s uniqueness made the trip all the better. “Working for the Man” influences lots of decisions. I landed late, after 11 p.m. into the “Northwest Regional” airport. My 75-passenger flight had just 25 folks flying on a late Saturday evening. Saturday after 6 p.m. is the lightest “passenger load” time of the week. That’s why there are fewer flights then than any time during the week. Lots of people want to leave on their weekend trips on Friday and return on Sunday. “Working for the man” has everything to do with that. I was landing on a Saturday night at 11:18 p.m. The National Car Rental Company had already told me they closed at 8:30 p.m. on Saturdays. That’s why I made a reservation for a car with Budget Rental Car. I had conflicting reports on whether they would be open when I arrived. However, a few hours ago a woman called from National Rental Car in Terrace, BC. She told me, although they would be closed, she would leave my rental car contract and keys in a special drawer for me to pickup when I arrived. That was nice! Terrace is a small town but has lots of services. Terrace, British Columbia only has a population of about 11,000 people. The “metro” area has 19,000! That meant the YXT airport wasn’t all that much bigger than my indoor basketball court (RANLAY Events Center) at home. Had this woman waited just for me? As soon as I got off the plane the rental car counters were right in front of me. As promised the National counter was vacant. However, there was one lonely young woman at Budget waiting for me. She had just one rental car contract on her counter….mine. Had she stayed three hours later just for me? Since I am tied to National Car Rental with my trackchasing sponsorships I had to go with them since they had made special arrangements for me to get my car from them. I couldn’t leave the Budget woman hanging though. I walked up and told her my situation and that I felt obligated to go with National. She was very understanding. They won’t do this for you in New York City. Then I asked her if there any courtesy phones where I might be able to get a hotel room for the night. I entertained the idea of sleeping in the airport but I wasn’t even sure that was allowed. I could sleep in my car if it came to that. However, sleeping in something other than a hotel room wasn’t that appealing for one reason. I was FULLY expecting to sleep overnight in the Vancouver airport tomorrow night. Sleeping on something other than a bed for two straight nights seemed a bit much. You can use my phone! The woman at Budget told me there were no courtesy phones. However, she said, “You can use my phone. I’m going home right now but when you’re finished just leave it on my counter”. What? Did you hear what she just said. I was a complete stranger. She was going to give me her phone and then leave for the night. Heck, Carol wouldn’t even do that for me! A helpful security officer gave me some direction on which hotels were nearby and how to dial the hotel phone numbers. Everybody was super helpful to this wayward traveller on a late Saturday night. Random picking is not my normal way of doing things. I randomly picked a hotel out of the Terrace travel magazine that I found nearby. Hotels in Canada are high priced. Luckily, right now, a single Canadian dollar can be bought for just 83 United States cents. I called the Cedars Motel. Yes, they had a room. How much would it be I inquired. One hundred and seven dollars. That seemed like a lot even if it were in Canadian dollars. I told the man I was talking to that was more than I could pay. “How much can you afford?” he asked. “I’m looking to pay about $60-70” I told him. As soon as I said that I winced. I know better. Like a classically trained pianist I have been trained in the art of negotiating. Bracketing. Do you know what ‘bracketing’ is? An important aspect of negotiating is called “bracketing”. The top bracket in this negotiation was now $107. The bottom bracket could have been $60 but when I said “$60-70” that made the bottom bracket seventy! Of course the hotel manager came back with “How about $70 plus tax”. O.K. I’m a dummy. Had I handled the negotiations properly he would have come back with “How about $60 plus tax?”. With the THIRTEEN per cent tax the room came to $79 Canadian. In U.S. dollars that translated to just $65.50. From “107” that didn’t sound all that bad. The Cedars Motel was about ten minutes away. Where’s my rental car? There was no one around to tell me where the rental cars were located. I walked out into the mostly desolate parking lot and used my smart key to see which car’s lights came on when I pressed the button! The lucky car was a basic little Toyota. I love Toyotas but this dinky Corolla was about as rustic as I could get. It reminded me of what driving a 1920 Ford Model A might have been like nearly 100 years ago. I soon found the Cedars Motel. It was next to Denny’s. The Cedars Motel can best be described as “rustic” and on a bad day a “dive”. My biggest complaint was that the internet did not work well. I was still in bed by 10:30 a.m. the next morning. At least the place was quite. SUNDAY Race day in Canada. Today is race day. I hope anyway. If I did see a race today it would be my 124th lifetime track in Canada. When I awoke for a bathroom break at 6 a.m. it was raining. A quick check of my “Wunderground” weather app told me the rain would stop by 8 a.m. I figured I was in the clear so to speak. I had to be a bit careful with my driving. My car came with only 100 kilometers of trying for free. I would say that only one time in a hundred (maybe less) do I rent a car with a mileage/kilometer limitation. I probably wouldn’t be the World’s #1 Trackchaser if I did! Breakfast. Where? I was on the hunt for breakfast. There was a Denny’s right next door to my hotel the Cedars Motel. However, I would not go to Denny’s. I don’t “do” chain restaurants when I can avoid it. I’m sure I could have gotten a fine breakfast at Denny’s. But where would the adventure be? How about breakfast at the ‘Elephant’s Ear’. I drove around downtown Terrace. That didn’t take long. It’s a pretty small place. There didn’t seem to be all that many breakfast eateries. Nevertheless, I stumbled across a restaurant called the “Elephant’s Ear”. It was a big place with lots of comfy chairs and the like. The menu was written in chalk on a large blackboard. The place through off the vibe of being a “hippie” place. I was looking for meat and eggs and restaurants like the Elephant’s Ear don’t cater to that cuisine. I ordered the “Eggs and stuff” entrée. The name was a bit misleading. The entire thing consisted of two fried eggs, two pieces of bacon and two pieces of multi-grain toast. However, they did have Wi-Fi so I checked on everything that needed checking on and ate my somewhat spartan breakfast. It was time for a dry run. I had some directions from the track’s website on how to find the track. Since I didn’t have any early morning destination and I had to “conserve my kilometers” I decided to drive out to the track. The plan was to find it, confirm all was a go and drive back into town for a light lunch….following a light breakfast. This was cool. There is a very cool one-lane bridge leading out of town over the Skeena River. It is uniquely named the “Old Skeena Bridge”. My track contact, Terry, told me the track might be hard to find. It wasn’t too bad although some of the track’s signage was small and situated high up into the trees. Should I be concerned? Nevertheless, I found the place. Racing was scheduled to begin at 2 p.m. with time trials starting at 1 p.m. I arrived at about 12:40 p.m. There were only one or two cars on the spectator side of things. That concerned me. The early morning rain could not have cancelled things could it? A pickup truck was leaving the grounds just as I entered. I flagged them down. “Are they racing today?” I asked. “Yep. They start at two”, the driver told me. “Where is everybody?” I wondered aloud. It was 20 minutes before time trials and there was hardly a soul in sight. The driver smiled and told me, “People arrive just in time for the flag to wave at 2 p.m.” O.K., I felt relieved and drove back into Terrace for a few minutes. I’m constantly doing research. I wanted to stop at the local McDonalds and see if they accepted “Apple Pay”. They didn’t. I didn’t know if that was because this was a rural location or because it was in Canada. I seem to recall using Apply Pay in Canada before so I’m banking on the deficit being do to the rural location. I often find stores located in rural areas in the states to be a bit behind the times technologically. THE RACING Terrace Speedway – Terrace, British Columbia, Canada You’re Randy Lewis right? Soon I was back at the track. There was a little more activity now. I paid my $8 general admission. Almost immediately a man with a microphone came up to me and said, “You’re Randy Lewis right?” I am amazed on how I can set foot in some of the most far flung racetracks in the world….and be immediately recognized. The man with the microphone was “Lewis”. Yep. Lewis was meeting Lewis. I would get the chance to talk with him a few times during the day. Lewis had been on my website and knew a little bit about my trackchasing hobby. It was nice to see the track had a good sounding P.A. system and Lewis did his job well of informing and entertaining the fans. Terrace Speedway caters to a nice group of racers. I would have the chance to talk with several of the racers and club members today. What a nice group of guys and gals. The Terrace Speedway started out as a dirt track all the way back in 1967 (the year I graduated from high school!). In 1972 they paved the track. It has not been repaved since and still looks to be in good shape. The straights are banked six degrees and the turns fourteen. Good timing. Lewis, the announcer not me, was just heading into the pit area for the driver’s meeting. He invited me to come along. What perfect timing. As soon as I arrived at the meeting Terry, the fellow whom I had talked to yesterday about the Terrace Speedway racing program, welcomed me. He asked if I had “been rained out” yesterday. In point of fact yesterday’s Utah races did not rain out but by the time I learned that I was already on my way to Terrace, British Columbia. Give me a track like this any day. I have trackchased in Daytona, Indianapolis and Monaco amongst other famous places. Today’s track was just a “little place” in a remote part of the Canadian province of British Columbia. How could the Terrace Speedway compare to Daytona or Indy? You want to hear the honest truth? I PREFER seeing racing at a place like the Terrace Speedway to the more famous racing venues in the world. Why would I say that? There are several reasons. No ‘hassle’ factor. There is no “hassle factor” at a track like I was seeing today. At the Terrace Speedway I’m on top of the action. The cars are racing mere feet away from where I’m watching. At a short track there is more passing and pushing and shoving. Often, like today, I get to meet the people who run the show and who ARE the show. Tracks like Terrace won’t break your wallet. No, the Terrace Speedway is not Daytona or Indy. They are not trying to be and that’s O.K. with everybody concerned. That includes me. Today’s racing program had just ten cars in the pits. That’s not many. However in rural Far West locations that is not all that unusual. There just isn’t enough population in the area to justify having more cars. The track’s management had a nice touch for the racers and fans today. Lewis, the track announcer, had the cars and drivers park on the front stretch. Then he had each driver introduce themselves over the P.A. system. Meet the Terrace Speedway. The track itself is a 3/8-mile banked asphalt oval. The cars pit in the infield. As a fan in the stands I always like that. The town of Terrace and the Terrace Speedway are ringed in snow-capped mountains. How many tracks have that feature? Happy Mother’s Day. Terry was running the meeting today. This was the first event of the 2015 season for Terrace….and it was being held on Mother’s Day. The flagman did an excellent job of explaining to the drivers what each of the racing flags would mean today. I love to video those parts of the meeting so that the folks who follow my hobby can see how things are done all over the racing world. However, I punched the wrong button on my phone. I thought I was getting this great explanation…and I wasn’t. I screwed up. Bad on me. By the way, as mentioned, this was Mother’s Day. Where was Carol? Why wasn’t I with Carol? First of all, Carol is not my mother although sometimes (lots of the time) she takes care of me as if I were her kid. Long ago Carol and I learned to celebrate holidays whenever we could. That was not always on the official date of the holiday. We did that to accommodate the demanding business travel schedule I had. This year we celebrated Mother’s Day with a nearly week-long trip to the Midwest and Branson, Missouri last week. Happy Mother’s Day to all who qualify. Not normally a fan. Normally I’m not a fan of watching the races from inside the track’s infield. However today I knew I would be in the infield for the trophy dashes and heat races. At intermission I would move into the grandstand for the feature events. There were just ten cars racing today. However the club had a unique way to make those ten cars seem like nearly twenty. The racing classes. There were “bomber A” and “bomber B” cars. In reality ONE car would be driven by TWO different drivers. During time trials the fastest driver from a single car would race in the bomber A group. The second faster driver (slowest?) in a single car would race in the day’s bomber B group. Pretty ingenious huh? As far as I could tell the five entries in the thunder stock aka street stock division had one driver for each car. Both divisions, the bombers and the thunder stocks but on some good racing. Crash! Bang! Boom! They had a couple of hard crashes today. I didn’t see either one of them! A couple of the thunder stocks were no longer running by feature time. To make the thunder stock feature a bit more competitive some bombers were allowed to join the two thunder stocks that were racing. Nice folks from the Terrace Speedway. Throughout the day I had the chance to talk with members of the racing club. The club owns the track. There are no cash purses. Revenue from the gate admission goes for the upkeep and operation of the track. I was told the biggest money-makers of the year occur late in the season. The demolition derby and mud bog races draw large crowds. It’s nice to see a club owned track that has been racing for almost 50 years. It was nice talking with Terry the race director and Lewis the track announcer. Lewis gave me a nice plug as a visiting trackchaser. I don’t expect any trackchaser has ever been mentioned at the Terrace Speedway. Good luck Tammy. I also ran into a woman named Tammy. Tammy was a race official and signed me in on the pit sheet. Tammy was officiating her last event at the Terrace Speedway. Her bags and everything else were packed as she and her husband prepared to move over to central British Columbia. They were going to operate a fishing lodge. Good luck Tammy! There were a series of very large tractor tires that served as a barrier between the race rack and the infield pit area. One of the racers had a very hard crash into the tires on the backstretch. Oops. During the event there was a slight delay when one of the wreckers got stuck in the mud just inside the racetrack itself. It looked as if the area had gotten its share of rain in the previous week. Fortunately, there were two wreckers on hand. One “Pronto” tow truck pulled the other to safety! This was down home racing. I really enjoy that type of program as long as the organizers keep things moving. They did today. It’s always nice to meet the people who run the races. Racing has a lot of nice people. The crew at the Terrace Speedway ranks at the top. The grandstand view. I watched the two feature events from the grandstand. A nice crowd for this area was on hand for racing today on Mother’s Day. There was a candy toss for the kids. I believe the 50/50 drawing went for about $160 Canadian. Mother’s had the chance to win Mother’s Day bouquets with their ticket stubs. AFTER THE RACES Everything from this moment was designed to get me home. When the final checkered flag had flown I trudged out in the squishy rain-soaked parking lot. It’s a lot of fun going to these races. However, now it was time to go home. It requires some patience to travel to the faraway places that I visit. Tonight’s BEST case scenario had me flying from Terrace’s Northwest Regional Airport to Vancouver. Then I would sleep overnight in the airport. I wouldn’t sleep long. My alarm came at 4:15 a.m. so I could make it for my 6 a.m. flight. I would need to clear U.S. customs among other things. Terrace, BC cuisine. However, if I were going to do all of that I would need a good meal in my belly. I had seen two steakhouses during my drive through town this morning. On line reviews rated them about the same. I chose “Mr. Mike’s” in downtown Terrace. They were busy on Mother’s Day. I was all set for a big steak. However, after reviewing the menu I decided on an appetizer of scallops wrapped in bacon and a chicken Caesar salad. It was all good. From there I would have to gas up the National Car Rental Racing Toyota Corolla. Gas prices in Canada are higher than those in the U.S. Nevertheless, I had not driven far….just about 72 kilometers. My gas bill was less than five dollars Canadian. Tiny but convenient. The Northwest Regional Airport is small. They don’t fly to too many places. However the flight I wanted was “wide open” to Vancouver. The snow-covered mountains were beautiful all the way down on the nearly 500-mile flight. I landed in the “domestic” area of the Vancouver airport. Of course domestic in Canada means the passengers are taking or have taken only flights from one place in Canada to another. When I landed I moved over toward the international terminal. I would be leaving there tomorrow morning on a flight bound for Los Angeles. MONDAY This trip was ending. Another would begin soon. This trip had begun on Friday. It was now Monday and time to head home. I’ll have a few days back in San Clemente and then it’s off to Tennessee or somewhere else. I spent last night sleeping in the Vancouver airport. I will sleep in an airport about five nights each year. I’ll sleep in my car about five nights as well during the year. I don’t prefer to do that but sometimes it makes the most sense. If I get into an airport at midnight or later and have an early morning flight then the car or the airport is going to be my choice for overnight slumber. My “break even” point is about five hours. If I can get five hours of sleep or more I will try to rent a hotel room. If I can’t get five hours then it’s the car or the airport. Make sense? Check these folks out. Whenever the plan calls for sleeping in the airport I consult my “go to” website on the subject. Where’s that? Sleepinginairports.net!! This website contains all kinds of good information on sleeping in airports. Do you know which airport in all of North America is ranked #1 for sleeping overnight? Vancouver!! Now that I have just slept there how do you think I feel about that ranking? I support it 100% The Vancouver airport rocks for sleeping overnight. Last night I had arrived at about 9:30 p.m. from Terrace, British Columbia. This morning my non-stop flight would depart at 6 a.m. I slept (in my secret location) from about 11 p.m. until 4:15 a.m. You can find out about my secret location at www.sleepinginairports.com. Checking into my flight was fast. Then I used my “Global Entry” capabilities to clear U.S. Customs quickly. Finally I was upgraded to first class on the ride home to Los Angeles. Not everybody does this. I get that. Folks, I understand that not everybody (O.K. almost nobody) has my lifestyle with regard to travel. Some folks wouldn’t want to do it. Some folks don’t have the time or resources to do that. I get that. I really do. However, if you ever want to attempt to live life the way I do emulating my travel experiences might be a benefit to you. Upon landing in Los Angeles I made the 65-mile trip back home. I was back in San Clemente before lunch. What do I do on the first day I’m home from one of these trips? I simply “veg out”. I don’t do nothin’. Carol will be busy with her normal “million chores a day”. However, I don’t do nothin’. I’m building up my energy reserves for the next trip, which is never very far away. I would have to judge this trip a 100% success. I had seen some great modified racing in Oregon on Friday night. I had been affected by rain in Utah on Saturday. However, that opened up an opportunity to see some racing in a remote part of British Columbia on Sunday afternoon. I considered the Utah trade for BC to be a good one. See you somewhere down the long and dusty trackchasing trail….next weekend. QUICK FACTS AIRPLANE Los Angeles, CA (LAX) – Portland, OR (PDX) – 834 miles RENTAL CAR #1 Portland International Airport – trip begins Madras, OR Portland International Airport – trip ends – 242 miles AIRPLANE Portland, OR (PDX) – Salt Lake City, UT (SLC) – 629 miles Salt Lake City, UT (SLC) – Vancouver, BC (YVR) – 797 miles Vancouver, BC (YVR) – Terrace, BC (YXT) – 431 miles RENTAL CAR #2 Northwest Regional Airport – trip begins Terrace, BC Northwest Regional Airport – trip ends – 45 miles AIRPLANE Terrace, BC (YXT) – Vancouver, BC (YVR) – 431 miles Vancouver, BC (YVR) – Los Angeles, CA (LAX) – 1,083 miles Total air miles – 3,371 (6 flights) Total rental car miles – 287 (2 cars) Total miles traveled on this trip – 3,658 miles TRACK ADMISSION PRICES: Madras Speedway – $6 ($4 senior savings) Terrace Speedway – $8 Canadian (complimentary pit pass) Total racetrack admissions for the trip – $12 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 450 tracks of my lifetime total. Don’t blame me. Total Trackchasing Countries There are no trackchasers currently within 10 countries of my lifetime total. Current lifetime National Geographic Diversity results That’s all folks! Official end of the RLR – Randy Lewis Racing Trackchaser Report Full racing action from the Terrace Speedway:
The one-minute trailer from the Terrace Speedway Click on the link below for a photo album from today’s trackchasing day: Nearly 200 photos from my trip to Terrace, British Columbia 
