THE WILD WEST is alive and well in Havasu City, Arizona. It hits 120ºF in the summer and it costs 40 bucks to road-register your car. As you drive though the neighbourhoods you notice American flags on every porch and an RV, pick-up truck and boat in every drive. This must be what heaven’s like.
My friend Steve Foster owns ten NASCAR racers and he keeps them all at his house. I know what you’re thinking: I’d hate to be his neighbour, too. He’s invited me out to the Havasu 95 Speedway for the Saturday races. He’s running his NASCARs in an exhibition race, letting his friends drive, the only requirement being that they pay for gas and help him in getting the cars to the track and back home again.
Really, how hard could that be? Havasu is the kind of place where you literally can drive your NASCAR to the track on public roads and no-one says anything, so that’s what we do.
Everybody joins in to get the cars out of the house. We
