From the Stands: Bristol

Fifteen years ago, I walked through the door of the tower at Bristol Dragway to begin my career in drag racing. Okay, I was terrified. You can see it on my face in every photo taken of me on that day, as I met all the racers and walked through the pits with my handbag cinched across my body like a total rookie and my hair pulled back into the tightest ponytail you ever did see.

But there was something about this being my first race that made me feel like it was going to be okay. This place is beautiful, and it’s welcoming in a way that’s difficult to explain. The grandeur of Bristol Dragway is striking and obvious – it isn’t subtle in any way. But the delightful mix of booming, modern architecture and overwhelmingly gorgeous, lush natural landscape is unique and inspiring. Bristol Dragway is a wonderful example of man and God working together to make something big and impactful.

I love it here. For real, I absolutely love it. This feels like home. If you’re a regular reader, you know it’s my dad’s fault I’m here in racing. I didn’t realize it for a long time, but I think that in some way, I came to this sport because I wanted to make him proud. I know he would have been proud of me no matter what, for a lot of things that have nothing to do with my career. But this was something close to his heart, and I wanted my dad to smile at me with glowing eyes and say, “That’s my girl.” And he did.

But I’m not here for that same reason anymore, because this feels like it belongs to me now, you know? It’s what he left me, and I will always treasure it.

Today is Father’s Day, and so to all of you dads and granddads and uncles and father figures out there doing good things, I salute you.

Happy 15th anniversary with me, Bristol Dragway. Love you forever.

Categories: Musings

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