Going through some of my dads old pics. Any ideas were this track might have been? Most likely eastern Ohio/ western Pennsylvania. Doesn't look like a typical midwest bullring,it has to be at least a 1/2 mi. I'm sure dad told me were this was but it escapes me. Sure does look like the Jalopy Showdown pic on the HAMB calender this month though. One of dads rides He was a fan of the big&little look on this Euclid he ran in Brookpark near Cleveland. This roadtrip after returning from the Navy planted the seed for his return 30 yrs. later. BTW the Ford in the pic above never made it back to Ohio,he swapped it even for a"hotter" Ford with some bootlegger that needed a fresh car. Hope you enjoy the pics. My dads been gone for 10 yrs. now,so on this fathers day I'm going through some of his old pics. Although not a "hot rodder" per se it seems he wasn't far from it. Growing up in eastern Ohio on an apple orchard during the depression exposed him to the "make do"mindset. Chain drive,solid rubber tired C cabs and a Stutz converted into a truck got his hands dirty and by the age of 15 he had a Harley for year round transportation.After a stint in the Navy for "War2" (what my grandmother called it) he went through a couple 40 Fords and a new Indian Chief. From his cab co. to trucking,and heavy equipment operater he married my mom and started his family. By the time I was 7 he sold all his trucks and started building a mobile home park followed by a second in the early 70's. My brothers and I were cheap labor and he didn't suffer our shortcomings well at times. The second park was finished and sold mid 70's so he pursued his dream. A roadtrip to Florida after his return from the Navy inspired him with all the roadside camping involved.Soon our ragtag construction equipment was in central Fl. carving a campground out of 25 acres of jungle on a 1500 ac. lake.Soon followed by another 10 miles up the road. After it was sold the new owner hired us to double the size and by the time that was done he'd found a froze out orange grove on a lake and Interstate 4 twenty miles from Disney. This was to be my brothers and my operation although not much changed. While his contempararies were out chasing little white balls around manicured landscapes he was still our taskmaster,sweat soaked and still able to outwork any of his three sons. Through prostate,skin and finally lung cancer he managed to see it to completion before the spot on his lung returned with a vengance after being beaten once.His take was he could only dodge so many bullets so he set his sights on legislation that was meant to save all the failing family farms of that time and how our company fit in. Two days after it was signed into law he was gone, calling the shots right up until the very end... As they get reading to drop the green flag at the Nascar race in Michigan today I'm reminded of him taking my older brother and I up there for our first Nascar race so many years ago. Happy Fathers Day, Lee"J" Lynn, "Jake" to those that knew him and Dad, Boss, Mentor to me. Miss you.