My first attempt at driving a Late model was short lived. I had a very out dated car that weighed a ton, had rusted out brake drums which were on a 3/4 ton chevy rear axle. The car also had the wrong gearing. I went out for hot laps and basically said what am I doing here?
 

    I tore into turn one and hit the brakes to set the car, and the pedal went all the way to the floor.   So I mashed the gas, turned hard left and kept going, all the while, every other late model had passed me and they were coming around for seconds. That's when I decide to pull off the track and onto the trailer. I had borrowed one from a friend for the night.  I went up to the lineup official and informed him I scratch for the night, he said why?  I said my engine blew up.

Now, for that pedal going to the floor boards, apparently the brake
drums were worse off than I thought because they exploded when I had hit the brakes and there was nothing left of them.
 

    It was the time to rethink the whole deal. After an off week,   I managed to scrounge up a new rear for the car, a proper gear setup and we took off the old body which had been fabricated from tin and we made our first body. The car wasn't great but there was worse looking cars.
 

    The new class we ran was called super stock, which was a step up
from hobby stock. I ran this class a year and honed my driving skills, not so much the passing, but just learning to survive and finish.
 

    After the year of being banged around in that class I moved on to
limited late models. I used the same car but just made some engine up dates. Oh and by the way I was still clue less on how to set the car up, and to be frank, I didn't know know if my car was loose, tight or what ever.
 

    I was in the mind set of " you slide the corners " make it slide
that's how you turn.  If you ask other drivers as to what you should do, they all tell you something different, or as one driver told me, " Figure it out yourself"  so I was pretty much on my own.
 

 When my Limited Late season was winding toward the end, a few new acquaintance's had come to watch me run at Mckean County Raceway, the McMillans.

 I had bought some rims from the racing family earlier in the week. The following saturday they were not racing so they came to watch.
After my heat they came over to me in the pits to see if we could
get anymore speed out of my car. A few small adjustments were made, then we started talking racing, asphalt racing. By the end of that night, I had my dirt car sold and had bought a street stock asphalt car from them.   Time to start from scratch,  Again!

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