79CamaroDiva
06-18-2007, 12:36 PM
So today I was sitting here at work, paying some bills, eating lunch, (surfin teh interwebs) and answering the phone, usually to the typical "whats the schedule this weekend" kind of questions. Then I got one of those phone calls that completely makes my day, and reminds me why I'm still here, and makes any of the headaches that come with running a race track seem to disappear.
This guy called, and first he just asked for the weekly schedule, said he hasn't been here in 30 years but just moved back to Jersey and wants to come back and visit. He goes into how in the 70s he used to run, and he still has a winning time ticket from here along with pictures and all kinds of stuff that he's willing to send me.
At first I couldn't wait to get im off the phone cause he was one of those ramblers and I'm a busy person, but he started saying how when he was a kid, he couldn't wait to close up his dad's gas station on Sundays to rush over here to race. How it probably kept him from doing all kinds of stupid things as a teenager because all he wanted to do was save his money, tune his car, and go racing on weekends. I started thinking about how thats like so many of us, thats what we do, save our money to make our cars fast, and play on the weekends. The man called my grandfather a saint for opening the place that was his absolute favorite childhood memory.
I've had conversations like this before, but there can never be too many. Its things like that that make me happy to still be here working, and make me think I must be crazy to want to do anything else. Just wanted to share :D
This guy called, and first he just asked for the weekly schedule, said he hasn't been here in 30 years but just moved back to Jersey and wants to come back and visit. He goes into how in the 70s he used to run, and he still has a winning time ticket from here along with pictures and all kinds of stuff that he's willing to send me.
At first I couldn't wait to get im off the phone cause he was one of those ramblers and I'm a busy person, but he started saying how when he was a kid, he couldn't wait to close up his dad's gas station on Sundays to rush over here to race. How it probably kept him from doing all kinds of stupid things as a teenager because all he wanted to do was save his money, tune his car, and go racing on weekends. I started thinking about how thats like so many of us, thats what we do, save our money to make our cars fast, and play on the weekends. The man called my grandfather a saint for opening the place that was his absolute favorite childhood memory.
I've had conversations like this before, but there can never be too many. Its things like that that make me happy to still be here working, and make me think I must be crazy to want to do anything else. Just wanted to share :D