My Grandson
There’s something about the dirt track that speaks to my soul. The smell of fuel, the rumble of engines, the dirt flying–it’s more than just a sport. It’s a passion. And this past weekend, as the 2025 racing season kicked off, I found myself exactly where I wanted to be: trackside, watching my grandson race his IMCA Sport Mod, and feeling that familiar rush that only racing can bring.
This isn’t just a hobby. It’s a connection. A deep, meaningful bond that my grandson and I share. It’s our thing–our happy place. While others might not understand it, we do. It’s the long nights and days in the garage, talking strategies, and making sure all is good to go is all part of it. It’s nerves and excitement before the green flag and pride after every lap. It’s love–wrapped in horsepower and dirt.
Friday Night at the Track–The Season Begins
Friday night brought that electric feeling of a fresh start. As the sun dipped low and the track lights kicked on, everything in me came alive. My grandson pulled onto the track, and just like that, we were back. The way he handles that car, the way he reads the track–it blows me away every time. There’s nothing like hearing that engine scream down the straightaway and knowing the one behind the wheel shares your heartbeat for this dirt track life.
On the Track!!
Saturday Night–Chasing the Checkered
Saturday was just as thrilling. Watching him compete with grit and determination lit a fire in me all over again. This sport isn’t just about winning–it’s about showing up, digging deep. and pushing through. And he did exactly that. From the stands, I cheered my heart out–not just for results, but for effort , growth, and the beautiful experience of doing what we both love.
Why the Dirt Track is Our Happy Place
This weekend reminded me why I love this world so much. It’s loud. It’s raw. It’s real. And it’s ours. It’s about a shared love between a grandma and her grandson. A passion that keeps us connected in a way few can understand. The dirt track is where we both come alive. And when I’m there, cheering him on, I feel like I’m right where I belong.
So here’s to the season ahead–to more weekends under the lights. more laps, more dirt flying and more memories. Because this isn’t just racing. It’s our language. It’s our heartbeat. It’s our happy place. And I’m so very proud of my grandson and so very thankful that we are able to share this love of dirt track racing!!
