
Later that same season, they took me back. I randomly picked some driver to root for (Larry Jackson, probably) during the sportsman events and I distinctly recall looking behind to see two very angry looking country boys glaring back at me for cheering for a driver they hated. Being a little kid, I shut up thereafter.

I didn't go to my first fullsize sprint car show until I was a teenager. Holy crap, was that amazing to a new fan! The speed! The sound of the engines idling and the engines at full roar! I've never encountered any greater rush than the first time I saw 410s fly down the front stretch at Williams Grove. Can't remember who won, and it was probably actually a boring race that night, but that didn't matter compared to how awesome the sprint cars were. Just their existence on this planet was awesome!
P.S. I miss Silver Spring.