Race track Stories

It was June of 1993. Kelly and I were attending a cocktail party for sponsors, officials, etc. of a new regional sports car street race. I was invited because of my company’s sponsorship. Kelly was my arm candy. I was quite confused. We found the downtown address, sure enough, but the building looked like it may have housed a car dealership in the 1940s, or perhaps a small warehouse? In any case, it was not at all what I...