For a town its size, there's not a lot Tracy lacks in the sports department.
Yeah, people are clamoring for "sports fields" and "aquatic centers," but all the pool complexes and green green developer grass of home can't compare to what we got. Manteca can have their Big League Dreams, the other side of The Hill can keep its ice rink, we got history on our side. We got windy and cold or miserably hot: we got The Altamont.
Seriously. This place is cool -- and it's unique, too. The only half-mile paved oval in between Roseville and Irwindale is the Altamont. Oh, and the Rolling Stones played an epochal free concert there in 1969. We're talking cosmic-wave type ish.
Now, the people who go here are Racing People, that is, they are different from those who aren't Racing People. Racing People, much like the NASCAR they like and the cigarettes they inhale, among with the 1000 other sundry gas and rubber fumes in the air, are acquired tastes.
Eccentric or inscrutable to an outsider, Racing People reward patience, interest and hard work when you try to get to know them -- the same creed their Racing World's moral code relies on. You could become a Racing Person very easily. You could show up tomorrow, and be offered tips, tools, support. But you need to put in the work.
Anyway, here are some pictures, of racing cars, not racing people, mostly, that did't get published in the paper. You like?
During a yellow flag caution, the cars bunch up and drive slowly, making a decent shot child's play even for idiots who don't know how to use their cameras.
