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Photo ID # c10.29.06_4th_TRN_FLM_0076_1
Car #: #(Well... if you look close enough, #292)
Driver (s) : Al Michalchuk
Location: Flemington
Date: 1976
Photographer: 3-Wide
Photo provided by: 3-Wide
Comments: This was the site that I wanted to see each time I got to Flemington. 

My father and I would drive up from South Brunswick, over the Millstone River, stop by the McDonalds on Rt 206 in Hillsborough, up through Neshanic, make a right onto Rt 31 North, taking a quick look behind Howie Cronce's house to see if he had left yet... until finally we'd arrive at Flemington. 

After parking behind the first turn, I'd run down to the 4th turn and up the ramp to the 4th turn stands... hoping to see this site (above). 

THERE IT IS!   the old yellow pickup truck with the primer hood and Al and his dad getting the old #292 ready for another night at the square. 

I knew it was going to be an exciting night!
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10/30/06 Dominic Korzecki I can identify with that! I can't tell you how many times I skinned my knees as a kid running up and down the 4th turn ramp on the way to the bathroom during the feature.

Seems like everyone at Flemington (at least the regulars) had a favorite section or a seat and ours was the section closest to the main grandstand on the 4th turn side, about 4 or 5 rows from the top. Getting there, laying down the blanket on the bleachers, setting down the cooler and just grasping the view from the top. No sounds in the air except a few cars in the pits revving the engines, watching the water truck go around and venturing down to the novelty stand to see if they got anything new in that week.

The fan clubs weren't even set up behind the main grandstands yet and Bill Singer still had his music on. It was quiet but you didn't care how early you were because you had YOUR spot and you knew what you were in for that night! I always say that I hope that when I die, God will allow the fourth turn entrance to be MY pearly gates. Then when I see my father sitting there waiting for me up top, I'll really know then that I truly made it home! Great picture Joe!
11/09/06 Franny Lutz I had the same feeling everytime I went to the Reading Fairgrounds. Dominic, your last paragraph really hits home and your last 2 sentences brought a tear to this grown man's eyes.  My dad's not gone, but he's in Florida and I rarely get to see him and I'd love to go racing with him again.
11/09/06 3Wide Got a call from Earl Krause from AARN and he felt the same way Dominic.  

Who knew that those memories that were being created each week at the racetrack would be those that we miss the most.
12/14/06 Ed After reading Dominic's comments, it brought a tear to my eye, when my dad took me to my first race at Old Bridge in 1955.
Thanks for the memories
Ed
12/21/06 Fred Voorhees Dang, Dominic. You must have been within fifteen feet or so of me! I was ALWAYS on the top row of section K, up in the corner, seat 15 if I remember correctly. It took getting up there around 8:30 to 9 in the morning each Saturday to assure me those seats, but I did it for years and years. Why? Because they were the best seats in the house – bar none! You remember me I’m sure. Remember the “air horn”?
     
     
     
     
     
     

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