Reading the post about NHRA moving reminded me of growing up near IRP, or at least that’s what I remember it as. I know this is very similar to the how old are you and tell me a story post but I felt I got a little long winded to be included with the other post. If the moderators don’t think this post fits in this place, please feel free to move or remove as needed. My buddies and I grew up a couple of miles north of Clermont Indiana, the now home of Lucas Oil Raceway. But I will always call it the home of IRP, Indianapolis Raceway Park. I am now just shy of 65 years old so some of my memories are just out of the HAMB’s window. During Labor day weekends we could hear the screaming engines calling us from Clermont. As soon as we were old enough to ride our bikes the two miles to Crawfordsville Rd. we would set up camp at the corner of Raceway and 136. The cars passing by on trailers were better than anything we could have dreamed of. Coupes, roadsters, Henry J’s, even slingshots on open trailers. More fat tires and chrome then we knew existed. Cars that shined so bright we could hardly look at them and others that looked like they were painted with shoe polish. We did not have the money to go see the cars race nor did we have parents that had any interest in taking us but man those cars.