Best and worst memories

[DKWEST]

Worst year,..  leaving early on Saturday to go get my best friends body to the coroner, and call his three daughters to tell them their Dad had died.

Best year,...   every year other than this one

I'm really sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and those who were close to him.

Thank Pieter,...  Your year looked like it was going pretty good with that cutey at the WFO party!?!?!?!? 

[Pieter]

Gotta love the hoolahoop girl!

[Wheel]

 
I just stood there thinking how to make her my avatar

[Misplaced Floridian]

I just stood there thinking how to make her my avatar

Thought you already had yourself an 'avatar' for the week?  (Is that what you call them now?) 

    

[Wheel]

Ouch! Good one though.

[trackside]

 My best memory? We were at the old hairpin in the late 1980's at late twilight, a smaller, GTU car came down and onto the runoff road. The driver actually got OUT of the car ran over and used the porta-john. He came out in a couple minutes, climbed back in, put up the window net and the corner workers pushed him back out onto the track and he continued the race.
To this day I cannot remember the number. 

Worst memory -- the rainstorm (was it 1993?) when they red-flagged the race for the first time due to weather 

[KTJeffries]

Reading this thread for maybe the 3rd or 4th time since it started...

Even in the really shitty years when people have died or the weather has been hellish, looking back now, none of it really seems that bad. There are few places in the world I can go that the shittiest of days is still better than the real world.

[F-Troop Mom]

I agree, even my worst memories there always had an element of fun!  Where else could that be true?!

[SACK-U]

disneyland?

[Itsadryrain]

Worst Year - Andy Evans -

[gasblendergirl@10]

Best: Standing on a scalfolding on the corner where F-troop camps, operating the spotlight for the guy with the fishing pole,with beads attached to the line in 2003.

Worst: Not sure the year but witnessing the death of a BMW driver who went straight off in turn 2 and struck a bus/ Also the porsche driver who had a heart attack and crashed into the turn 1 wall killing him. (not sure the year either, i know i was a young teenager)

That was my worst memory too. I want to say it was around 1993 or so. I was standing there when he became airborne. People leaped off the top of that bus and he became lodged into the side of it.

[lorie]

Bestest: Late eighties. I was crowned miss camel GT. Won the pageant 2 weeks before the actual races started. Did not know that my "duties" for winning would be standing ALL weekend in the camel GT tent handing out free cigarettes from a box strapped around my neck. I stood there for ten hours each day until saturday came. I had to stand there watching all my friends whizzing by on the backs off trucks having a blast. Finally about noon a friend of mine with a Porche talked me into just jumping my post and leaving. I did. OMG! It was the best time ever! Going to the hairpin mud hole made with water, where that much water came from, I'll never know. Standing there in a bikini, getting burnt from the sun, thinking that any moment one of thos cars were going to lose control and kill us all. Feeling bad for the ones who could'nt make it through the mud and had their windows bashed out with beer bottles in protest. Syphoning gas from unsuspecting parked cars so we could keep cruising, Kissing boys, pukin, and kept going to the wee hours! Cars being lit on fire, mud in my nose and not caring! AHHH those were the days!

Worstest: there wasn't one! That's why I've never missed a year since 16 years old!

[SACK-U]

I remember having a box strapped around my neck at sebring too..... Took a week to get that taste out of my mouth 

[lorie]

I remember having a box strapped around my neck at sebring too..... Took a week to get that taste out of my mouth 

AWESOME! You're definitely a diehard! 

[Matthew Greenwood]

Bestest: Late eighties. I was crowned miss camel GT. Won the pageant 2 weeks before the actual races started. Did not know that my "duties" for winning would be standing ALL weekend in the camel GT tent handing out free cigarettes from a box strapped around my neck. I stood there for ten hours each day until saturday came. I had to stand there watching all my friends whizzing by on the backs off trucks having a blast. Finally about noon a friend of mine with a Porche talked me into just jumping my post and leaving. I did. OMG! It was the best time ever! Going to the hairpin mud hole made with water, where that much water came from, I'll never know. Standing there in a bikini, getting burnt from the sun, thinking that any moment one of thos cars were going to lose control and kill us all. Feeling bad for the ones who could'nt make it through the mud and had their windows bashed out with beer bottles in protest. Syphoning gas from unsuspecting parked cars so we could keep cruising, Kissing boys, pukin, and kept going to the wee hours! Cars being lit on fire, mud in my nose and not caring! AHHH those were the days!

Worstest: there wasn't one! That's why I've never missed a year since 16 years old!

That old ‘sippi hole’ swallowed up and spit out some fine cars back in those days. Once you got in traffic headed down towards the hairpin, where the ‘sippi hole’ lurked, you were stuck. There was no way to get out of line and you just had to take your chances and go for it. Very few cars made it through, and when you got stuck you were at the mercy of the crowd. It was brutal! There is a guy out there somewhere, who was driving a beautiful red Ferrari, that has no idea the debt of gratitude he owes us. He was in that line, with an attractive blond female companion as his passenger, headed toward the mudpit, but not quite to the point of no return, when we asked him if he had any idea of what lay ahead. We told him about the ‘sippi hole’ and  we assured him that he needed to turn around immediately, while he still had the chance. He took our advice and spared himself, his passenger and his Ferrari some big time abuse. It sure was some fun entertainment while it lasted, but as Lorie mentioned, you always wondered when some car or truck blazing through that mudpit would just catch traction on a tree root or something, and jump out that hole and into the crowd. You could say we were lucky that no one ever got hurt, because there were hundreds of people right on the edge of that pit and along both sides for probably 50 yards.