This guy was super good. And he was, I'd say, in this mid fifties. To look at him you'd guess him to be a doctor. Just goes to show that you never know.
They also had races for the little ones.
This kid was good. Usually in the kids races there'd be only two on track and usually one was much better than the other so it wasn't much of a competition.
Mostly the night was accident free. On the last race of the night there was a crash and the rider broke his hand. Word was it was a compound fracture.
It was good redneck fun.
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