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I remember Jack Oxley. I was thought he was mean so I was afraid of him. I don't think he ever talked to me until I was like 25. He told me how fast my boat was. I remember Gene Adams by name and the boats... Yah... I am sure Ralph would have us going for days.Yah... I think 5 laps was the rule back then... then somewhere along the way it became six...I remember the train, and I remember walking around Legg Lake thinking this is the biggest Lake ever. It took like an hour to get around it. Of course I was distracted the entire time.Roger Jr.,Another memory that comes to mind was the year of the Amarillo Nats. I forget what year that was but I think I was 8 or 9. I didn't go to that nats but my dad went with a bunch of guys from our club. I always enjoyed hearing their stories when they returned. But what I remember most is waking up early the next morning after the night that my dad returned and seeing two huge trophies sitting on the kitchen table. He won the national championship in C-Hydro that year and 3rd with his C mono. That next school year I told all my friends that my dad is a national champion. That year I won all the "my-dad-is-better-than your-dad" battles. LOL!Roger back then in the 80's when you were around 12 or so we had about 17 or more kids raceing from around the ages of 7 to 15.. I don't remember who was the oldest maybe one of the Osmans... There were a lot more fam in our Dist that raced.. I was lucky enough to be able to race with my son and daughter and wife...We ran team merathon with another couple ..4 ten lap heats...
Until that summer all the "Fast Guys" seem to be from a land far, far away.
That year I travelled to Amarillio TX as a 13 or 14 year old. I rode with Joe Monahan and Cathie Galbraith. Money was tight that year and my Dad sent me with Joe & Cathie instead of him going.
They were gracious enough to take me with them. I won C-Mono that year and I remember your Dad congratulating me, he probably doesn't remember it. Anyway my dad sacrificed so I could go and it still amazes me how boaters just reached out and helped me. He later sent my brother (who rode with Cathie) and myself (I rode with Richard Fish) to the Nationals in Canada. Again he stayed home and footed the money so we could race. This year I return the favor. He is coming to Colorado for our Nationals.
This is the coolest thread. I probably have 100 stories of racing with my Dad and Brother thru the years and now I am starting to collect stories with my kids.
Robert Holland
Wow! Good thing you didn't go to my school... You sure would have beat me with that story in the "My-Dad-is-Better-than-your-Dad" category.
This is a very cool thread.... and for those of use that have been racing since we were kids... these are just the racing stories... I have tons of just "Being-a-Kid stories. Does anybody remember when Legg Lake had the train?
Did they run a five lap course there at one time?
Robert
...And "Around the Lake!!!" You were lucky... my dad identified two trees... one at either end of the pits that we were not allowed to go past.
To this day I don't go past those trees. LOL!
Thats funny!!!!!
I remember them stopping a race for Rescue Divers to look for a missing body. They delayed the race for almost 2 hours. Wasn't the safest place to hang out. Do you remember Jack Oxley collecting aluminum cans? Or the pink Hydros of Steve Winewski? Or how about Gene Adams with the most beautiful Black Hydros with polished aluminum hardware?
We need Ralph Henry to give us a few stories about him and his dad racing.
Robert
My dad always referred to the guys in southern California as "Those Fast Guys Down South". We used to drive down early on Saturday morning... well my dad did... he and mom carried me an my brother's sleep limp bodies to the car.
I think we still had a pajamas on.... you know the Batman and Captain America pajamas with the footies in them LOL!. We would be awaken by the high pitch sound of nitro engines and the sweet aroma of hot nitro. We also took our nap to the same ambience. Who would have thought that a scream'n nitro burner could put a 5 year old to sleep.