A Summer at Speed

I was in Epping, NH in mid June when I had the moment of clarity and bliss. I had just gotten out of my car, and was walking through a dirt parking lot, one of many making the trek. I looked up when I heard the engines roar, and saw the bleachers. I was at a race track again.

I saw more practice and qualifying sessions than actual races this summer. That was by design. It finally hit me that prices are cheaper and access is better (usually) on Fridays and Saturdays than on Sundays.