[BikerTrash]

I hear ya. My favorite place on the planet is an old strip that is still there, but now surrounded by farm ground. Tower and stands long gone.

Tying this place to your memory of jet cars, the reason this place closed is a jet set the wheat field across the road on fire. I wasn't there, (dang it), but know people who were.

It wasn't the big events that made me love the place, it was the Friday night "grudge" races. Hundreds of cars in the perfect era of muscle car history.

Heaven on earth to me.

Almost.

Got my license the same year it closed.

[SaveFerris]

I raced a buddy’s wife in an amateur grudge. Her car had the larger engine.

I lost. ;(