Until 2009 I had only attended Bonneville even thought it has now been 126 times.
But when I first walked on the dirt I had a feeling of at last experiencing the real deal.
Chicken skin, a lump in the throat and tears on my cheeks.
I was alone with history and I was humbled.
After all, racers ran on the dirt years before any hot rodder ran at B'ville.
HEROS emerge from the dirt.
God, Bless the DIRT.
FREUD