“Whatta you boys wanna rent this crappy old track for, anyhow?”
The octogenarians examined the dirt oval near Odum. The track itself was in terrible shape, deeply rutted from decades of hosting racing events and eventual abandonment.
“Our fathers drove here in the thirties. They were bitter rivals when endurance racing was the rage. Their final contest was stopped 190 laps in by the Labor Day hurricane of 1935—the only race ever canceled here due to inclement weather.”
“There’s a wager to settle. We’ll finish when one of the vintage Fords or one of the antique men stops running.”
100 words. For this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
ParkInkSpot 
Ahhh, that’s cute. 1935 – the year I was born. I guess you could have used 1937 for your father, but I appreciate it. Thanks
1935 just had the significant Cat 5 hurricane, Camile came along too late to fit the cars.
The folks never mentioned the hurricane … thanks for the history lesson.
Most intense landfalling U.S. hurricanes
1 “Labor Day” 1935 892 mbar (hPa)
1 “Labor Day” 1935 185mph 295kph
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1935_Labor_Day_hurricane
(Happy birthday, kinda!)
I don’t suppose hurricanes in Florida were talked about much around our dinner table in the midwest … no FB then.
This takes me back to dirt racing days on bikes, really enjoyed your take on the photo prompt.
Don’t see octogenarians riding dirt bikes, but I suppose it could happen.
Interesting. I love the way I understand you to be saying about when either the car or the person stops running. Well done, Dave. 🙂 — Suzanne
Interesting history, and I like the spirit of not giving up.