Monday, June 2, 2014

Crossville Speedway


Dirt was flying Saturday night at Crossville Speedway.  Excitement was in the air.  My adrenaline was up a notch.  Why didn't I find this sport when I was 14?  It would have fit me like Barrel Racing.

It was a night with early fireflies and a cool enough breeze to dry the sweat.  I felt soothed by the sweet wholesomeness of the occasion.  The nostalgia helped me forget the world.  Of course, the economy has hurt this sport too.  The jest of it as told to me is tracks are goin' under everywhere.

Sandy had her crowd and willing participants.  Her husband bought this track for her and together they ran it until his death last April.  

It was a hive of activity and I imagine she finds the comfort in the whirl and thunder.















































Tuesday, May 20, 2014

After the Steeplechase 2014


My whole life has been about seeing what is behind the curtain.  I want to know how things are done.  This year I made an effort to dig deeper into what goes on away from all the hoopla of the Steeplechase.  This is where my peace is.  I enjoy parties but I have to find my secret, quiet place.  Big hats, wagers and mint juleps are not for me.  Give me lead ropes and fences to lean on.


Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Kentucky Derby 2014


It was a beautiful day on the track at Church Hill Downs.  But for the lowly ones of infield crowd the track, horses, jockeys and roses are not what you will see.  It was a record crowd this year.  I had no idea since this was my first Derby.  I only know that it was chaos and crazy.  I tried to breach the security to get in the boxes of the lucky "golden ticket holders" for a quick shot or two.  That was not going to happen on this particular day.  But somehow I did find myself among the band and an opportunity opened for me.  I ventured tentatively and cautiously out on to the track at least for a breather and to see the races in real time.  What worlds apart exist within the Derby itself.  Each group had its part and role. But because of having been quarantined to an area of mayhem I could not explore as freely as I wished and the sea of people was unbearable at times.  Will I go back?  Only as the privileged or press.