INDIANAPOLIS — Sometimes, these things merely sting. Sometimes, they make you feel like you’ve been hit in the head with a hammer. But when the phone, the text-message chime and social media all announced Rockford Speedway was closing for good at the end of this season, the hammer strike was…
INDIANAPOLIS — Sometimes, these things merely sting. Sometimes, they make you feel like you’ve been hit in the head with a hammer. But when the phone, the text-message chime and social media all announced Rockford Speedway was closing for good at the end of this season, the hammer strike was…
INDIANAPOLIS — Sometimes, these things merely sting. Sometimes, they make you feel like you’ve been hit in the head with a hammer. But when the phone, the text-message chime and social media all announced Rockford Speedway was closing for good at the end of this season, the hammer strike was…
Maybe an hour after the final checkered flag of the night, not 10 minutes after leaving the parking lot at Lucas Oil Raceway Park, I dropped the condo keys onto a stand just inside the door and hung up my jacket.
One day, in a few years, he was going to be the most interesting 40-year-old ex-driver a columnist could hope to talk with. That was my thought, anyway.
The source of the noise simply shifted from speedway to grandstands and it took a long time to fade. No one in the place wasn’t happy for the guy in victory lane, whose name on all three occasions was Ray Miller.
