The smell of fresh cut grass, gasoline, armor all, and exhaust fill the air. Sudden rips of blown big blocks firing up and the low repetitive chug of power at idle echo the hills. Tires break loose on the hot blacktop exiting the dirt and matted grass of the field. Smooth waxed curves of steel glisten in the summer sunlight. Flawless classic beauty and raw power chrome the first weekend of summer.
- Ben Lock