Those who know us know racing has been a big part of my Dad’s and my life.
I’m pondering all the times spent with my Dad as we approach Father’s Day. From my first football helmet and pads tackling each other in the yard, to driving and rolling over the Honda Odyssey through our trails (no, not the mini-van, a caged ATV from the 80’s). Among a million memories, the loudest and most prominent has been auto racing.
From 10 to 21 years old we went to the race track pretty much every weekend, sometimes for more like a week at a time as I got older and racing became more serious. We had plenty of help from family and friends, especially as the cars got bigger and faster, but only one person was there from day one when I won my first double feature, my Dad.
We started in the back of his Chevy Suburban carrying the go-cart, to a 36 foot goose-neck trailer (as my Dad would specify) racing a “full-sized” 360 dirt sprint car. He sacrificed a ton of time and resources to make racing possible for me.
Not all Dad’s are as generous with their time and effort, and as I get more involved with our family business, I’ve realized even more how much of a sacrifice it was, and how challenging it must have been to be doing it all. Of course, not just to be “doing it,” but doing it “right,” with hard work, unwavering consistency, “to the best of our ability” …much like how Manchester Wood operates.
To the Dad’s reading this blog, to my Dad, and everyone else. We appreciate you. Find enjoyment in the upcoming weekend, and take it easy for once in your life, will ya? 😉