May 30, 2002 — “Turn left at the only red light in town.” When you are given those directions, you know you are headed for a countrified corner of the world. And when you turn onto Holloway Road in Danielsville, you know you have arrived. It’s a graveyard for anything …
Read moreMay 16, 2002 — I inspected the car Mark Taaffe built for me. I had my doubts as to whether it would withstand the beating I was about to put it through. The car was yellow. It had a big blue “0” emblazoned on its roof. “Zero is as close …
Read moreJune 26, 2001 — Tom Hardy was shouting. He wasn’t angry. Shouting just happens to be the main form of communication at Lanier National Speedway on Saturday nights. No, Hardy wasn’t upset. But less than an hour before the green flag was set to drop on his race at the …
Read moreApril 17, 2001 — I cursed inside my helmet and squeezed my steering wheel. I needed more speed. But I couldn’t maneuver around the slowpoke in front of me. Time to make my presence felt. I figured a few bumps from behind should do the trick. So that’s what I …
Read moreSeptember 26, 2000 — The fishermen stared at us. That’s about all they could do. Their once tranquil fishing hole on Lake Lanier suddenly became Atlanta Motor Speedway. A large flash of purple and orange is likely all they saw. But they could feel the wakes. And they could hear …
Read moreMarch 7, 2000 — Round and round we went, leaning back in the seats of our go-karts, speeding along mere inches above the track of Georgia red clay. We were playing a game of follow the leader. I was not the leader. No way. I followed every move of the …
Read moreMay 25, 1999 — The following scene took place at convenience stores across America last week. A family slowly approaches two men hurriedly refueling their 1987 Volvo 780. The car seems normal enough, save for the countless decals that adorn its body — cunningly disguised as a race car, someone …
Read moreApril 13, 1999 — “Did he sign a release?” yelled Freda Elliot as I began to mount her son’s riding lawn mower this past Sunday. Yes. I signed a release. Everybody at the lawn mower racing track on Funny Farm Road in Cleveland must sign a release. “I don’t mean …
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