In 1958, my uncle, Don Jensen and friend Buck Ackerman opened a dragstrip just outside Erie, Pa. in a small town named Wattsburg. It was an interesting track that ran uphill slightly, then downhill, then just past the finish line it ran very uphill to slow down the faster cars. Surprizingly, the uphill downhill worked out to correct times compared with other tracks. The place stayed open into the early 70's when my uncle decided it wasn't feasible to keep it open anymore. My parents and a few other uncles and aunts ran the concession stand, which meant I was dragged along every sunday from the time I was 3 yaers old. Man, what a place to grow up. I got to see Ohio George Montgomery, the Arfons brothers, Romeo Palamedies, the Little Red Wagon, the development of the funny car era, as well as loads of others. My uncle even got a ride in the Little Red Wagon, and what a ride it was with a full 1/4 mile wheel stand, turned it around and came back down the other way on the rear wheels. I witnessed Walt Arfons crash an Allison powered propeller driven dragster, E.J. Potter wipe out a Pontiac powered motorcycle, and the Hill brothers destroy a Willys gasser. (some think it was the long lost Mazmanian coupe since Hills did own it and can't remember where it went) This could go on and on, but what this is all about is a jacket. Through the years there were several versions of the jackets worn by the workers, and some that were given to the winners of certain races. I have been trying most of my adult life to find a P.I.T.A. jacket. I have been close several times, but every time I find somebody that has one, they won't part with it. I have tried an ebay search with no luck. On a recent trip back to Pa. to visit family, I found out one of my cousins that worked there had a jacket. Same story, "well I'm not sure what I will ever do with it, but let me think about it". Well, today the mailman showed up with a package. Upon opening it, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Yep, the jacket from my cousin. A better gift couldn't be found. Sounds silly to get all emotional over a jacket, but I relate this to a very influental time of my life. The cool part of this is this is a jacket that would have been given to the winner of the big race of the year rather than an employee. My search is officially over for the elusive jacket.