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This is me in line for my pre race
safety inspection. The girl walking
above is 17 year old former
CASCAR star Kelly Williams. Her
father (Danny) let her race with us.
Danny was a race veteran and he
taught us a lot.
safety inspection. The girl walking
above is 17 year old former
CASCAR star Kelly Williams. Her
father (Danny) let her race with us.
Danny was a race veteran and he
taught us a lot.
| Stock Car Racing Flamboro Speedway 1988 to 1991 |
The blue #29 car was my 3rd race
car. I am shown here chasing the
#9 car of track champion Rob
Mundy. Summer 1990.
car. I am shown here chasing the
#9 car of track champion Rob
Mundy. Summer 1990.
Sitting in the drivers seat is my
son Adam at age 10. We are at
Brian Bells shop. Brian's #20 car is
is the background. June 1988
son Adam at age 10. We are at
Brian Bells shop. Brian's #20 car is
is the background. June 1988
This is my first ever appearance at
Flamboro Speedway near Hamilton.
June 1988.
Flamboro Speedway near Hamilton.
June 1988.
This is me with my son Paul in
1990, just shortly after his 14th
birthday. It was the first time he
was allowed the pit area.
1990, just shortly after his 14th
birthday. It was the first time he
was allowed the pit area.
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This was pretty much the end of it
all. This was in May 1991. I worked
with a crew of Brian Bell his
brother Don and there father Gord.
We ran three cars and helped each
other out. The picture was Don #
14 car shown here on the first
night of the 1991 season. Don was
racing hard during the feature and
his throttle stuck at full speed and
he hit the concrete wall hard,
rolled over and landed on his
wheels outside of the track with
the car in complete flames. The
track safety crew reached in and
pulled Don seat belts off (quick
release 5 point belts) then 2 men
gabbed Don’s race suit by the
shoulders yanked him out of the
car while the fire crew put out the
flames. They threw Don on the
pavement and as he rolled down
the banking of the track he rolled
back onto his feet. He was OK.
I had seen moments like this
before in auto racing, only this was
somebody I knew well and it was
very terrifying. I was sitting next to
Don’s mother when it happened.
She had seen it all like we did, but
she screamed and trembled as she
covered her face and fell to the
ground and wept. Despite
repeated assurances that Don had
made it out the car and was OK,
she remained in shock.
Everything had worked as it
should have. The roll cage worked
property, the seats belts worked ,
the engine safety kill switch
performed as it should, the safety
crew got Don out quickly and the
fire crew got the flames of as fast
as possible. However, it changed
everything for us
That was the night we lost our love
of racing. Don’s car was wrecked.
He cut it into pieces and sold off
the components. A few months
later, we brought my #29 car to the
track and Don raced it. It was the
last time he or I ever raced.
all. This was in May 1991. I worked
with a crew of Brian Bell his
brother Don and there father Gord.
We ran three cars and helped each
other out. The picture was Don #
14 car shown here on the first
night of the 1991 season. Don was
racing hard during the feature and
his throttle stuck at full speed and
he hit the concrete wall hard,
rolled over and landed on his
wheels outside of the track with
the car in complete flames. The
track safety crew reached in and
pulled Don seat belts off (quick
release 5 point belts) then 2 men
gabbed Don’s race suit by the
shoulders yanked him out of the
car while the fire crew put out the
flames. They threw Don on the
pavement and as he rolled down
the banking of the track he rolled
back onto his feet. He was OK.
I had seen moments like this
before in auto racing, only this was
somebody I knew well and it was
very terrifying. I was sitting next to
Don’s mother when it happened.
She had seen it all like we did, but
she screamed and trembled as she
covered her face and fell to the
ground and wept. Despite
repeated assurances that Don had
made it out the car and was OK,
she remained in shock.
Everything had worked as it
should have. The roll cage worked
property, the seats belts worked ,
the engine safety kill switch
performed as it should, the safety
crew got Don out quickly and the
fire crew got the flames of as fast
as possible. However, it changed
everything for us
That was the night we lost our love
of racing. Don’s car was wrecked.
He cut it into pieces and sold off
the components. A few months
later, we brought my #29 car to the
track and Don raced it. It was the
last time he or I ever raced.
