Riverside Speedway

This has got to be the Northernmost racetrack in New Hampshire. In this day and age it's an asphalt track, sanctioned by PASS with the occasional ACT tour race. But this blog is not about the present, is it? And to tell the truth, I haven't been to a race there since before the surface became asphalt.

The track opened in 1965. It was the brainchild of two brothers, Doc and Chet McLain. I'm not sure how the name was spelled, and I hope I'm right about the date, but it was around then by them. In the beginning it was sanctioned and officiated by some long-gone, shadowy and much-maligned group known then as The Association. No, not the rock group that did "Along Comes Mary."

It soon became obvious that associating with The Association was a big mistake. Somehow, the McLanes/McLains/McClaynes got in contact with my parents and off to Groveton we went. Dad was Pit Steward, Mom and my grandmother, Pearl Clogston were the checkers, and family friend Ted Winot from St. Johnsbury, VT was flagman. Also joining us was a young man named Donny, whose last name escapes me right now, who worked as Dad's assistant pit steward.

For the next several years I spent my Sunday mornings and evenings sitting in the middle of the back seat with four chain smokers, none of whom seemed able to roll down a window. I was nine years old when this began. How I made it to fourteen without lung cancer, God only knows. My favorite memory of the trip was a little diner a few miles south of Groveton that made great cheeseburgers and had Buck Owens on their jukebox.

The original racing surface at Riverside was some of the worst clay ever laid down. It was mostly sand, really. To hold it down the McLanes chose to add a lot of old drain oil. It didn't work. But it did make a lasting impression. Racing on this track turned that oil-soaked sand into a fine, black talcum powder that covered everything and slipped through every crack and crevice. The cars in the parking lot looked like they'd all been dipped in coal dust.

But the one who really got it was Ted. The officials all wore white shirts and pants, and on top of that Ted added a really nice top hat. He would come off the flag stand, the uniform stained a dark grey by the dust, his face caked in the stuff, and then he'd take the hat off. The top half of his forehead and his hair would be perfectly clean.

One of the other people who worked there was somewhat of an electronics whiz. He owned a reel-to-reel tape recorder, and had a CB radio in his car a decade before anyone else did. This radio also included a bullhorn mounted behind the grille. Sometimes on the way home, while we were passing through Groveton, he would follow us shouting "Look at that dirty car!" over the bullhorn.

The facility was way ahead of its time, once you got past the racing surface. It was the first banked track I ever saw, and it was big, too. This meant the cars went like bats out of hell. The grandstand area was also beautifully thought out. Instead of bleachers, you had seating for probably 1500-2000 people that stretched the length of the front straight. At the top was the concession stand, which had plenty of room and they had it set up so you could have two lines in and out. And, they could all see the racing while they ordered their food!

Above the concessions was a further floor with more or less a VIP lounge, and atop that a big, roomy judges stand. At the bottom of the stands was a cement retaining wall topped with an excellent chain-link fence. Built into that cement wall was an alcove that served as the flag stand, with a set of steps actually built into the wall for ingress and egress. The only mistake they made with this was that the door in and out of the flagstand was on the turn-4 side of the alcove. This meant that if a car went up the wall, the flagman had to go toward it to get out and into the seating area.

I'm going to leave it there for now. Next time, I'll talk a little bit about the actual racing. If you have any memories of Riverside, especially back when it was dirt, let's hear it.

First of all, you probably already heard that Wayne Weeks, long-time operator of the Nor-Way Pines Speedway, passed away around the new year. A lot of you read the piece I wrote on him, and contacted him. Word is that he really appreciated hearing from you, as has the family. JJ Sanville and his family went down last fall for a visit, and they sent me some pictures. Here's a good one.
The other news, which you probably also know, is that the Legion Speedway did in fact find a new lessor. I forget the gentleman's name, but the track is now known as the Rattlesnake Motordrome. When I feel ambitious I'll add the link, and remove the probably-dead link for the Legion Speedway.

And now, the point. The point, of this blog, is for communication. Instead, what it's been is me telling a bunch of stories and running some pictures. Don't get me wrong, it's been fun, but I know for a fact that I am not the only one who's got a story or two to tell about dirt track racing in the Northern New England area.

I'm not any sort of historian. I've just been around a while. Haven't you? Don't you have some stories to tell? Don't any of the things you've see here bring back any memories? Then fer cryin' out loud hit that comment button and share a little, will ya? I'll keep sticking my own stories on here, but I sure would like to hear from you. And put it here, where everybody can join in, not in an email to me.

So let's hear from you, all right?

The Rumney Racetrack

First, I want to say that I'm sorry about not getting more onto this page this summer. It's been very busy, and for once that very-busy-ness has not included racing. Also, I've been frustrated about not having pictures to go with the really old, boring stories that I'd like to post here. So, I'm just going to post them without the pictures.

But I didn't start this entry so you could listen to me whine. This is about a changing of the guard that I'm hearing about at what I proudly consider my home track, the Legion Speedway. In spite of the fact that it is actually located within the town of Wentworth, NH it is always referred to as The Rumney Racetrack. American Legion Post #66, the Lamont/Haley post, has been the owner of the land it rests on since right after the invention of dirt. My father was a member of that post when they cleared the land and opened the track in 1961, and he was the first track announcer. My mom was in the Ladies' Auxiliary and worked in the snack shack.

For the last three years the Post has taken over management of the facility once again under the leadership of their Commander, Bob Ayer, known affectionately to his friends as B. A. I have been hearing that BA is stepping down as managing director of the track, and I just want to take the opportunity to wish him and Post 66 well. I think they've done a great job of getting a great track back up and running. And they've done just about all of it with volunteer help!

They have tried very hard to be family-friendly, fan-friendly, and racer-friendly all at the same time. They've put a lot of hard work into improving the facility, and at the same time have managed to turn enough of a profit to be able to do some very good work in the community. Don't forget, this is the only racetrack around that is owned and operated by a non-profit organization. Like a church, or a grange, or an Elks lodge, they pour the money they make back back into their mission. In their case, it's to help local veterans and also doing things like Christmas baskets for underpriviliged families. Some organizations do these works with bake sales or suppers. Post 66 does it with car racing.

I don't know what the future of the track will be. I've heard a lot of rumors but I won't speculate on them here. I can understand why BA and the post might feel a little burnt out. For the last three years they've all busted their collective kiesters to give us a good show. I hope the good Lord will grant them wisdom as they contemplate their future.

WAYNE WEEKS

"Why the heck do they call this place the Nor-Way Pines Speedway?" the old race fan asked. "There ain't a doggone Norway pine on the place; just white pine."

Oh, ye of little mind. First, we need to discuss a little history.

The little dirt track on the Rumney / Wentworth town line began life around 1961 as the Legion Bowl. American Legion Post # 66 owned - and still owns - the land, and they also ran it in the early days, as they do now. It closed in the mid-60's and lay fallow for the better part of a decade. Finally, around 1974 or so, two enterprising racers leased the property from the Legion and re-opened the track. These two men were NORman Roulx and WAYne Weeks. Hence, NOR-WAY Pines. Get it now?

Wayne, giving Mike Vincellette the flag after a Qualifier victory.

According to legend, Wayne Weeks and his wife, Louella, came home one evening in 1958 and discovered a '54 Ford that hadn't been there before. The next day their nephew, Norm Roulx, showed up and announced that the Ford was their new race car. They raced the car, and its successors, at various tracks for the next ten years or so, centering their activities around Barre, VT's Thunder Road. They co-owned the car and hired drivers, the most prominent being the late, great Hank Montanden.

Finally, in 1968 Wayne became one of the ownership group that founded the Bear Ridge Speedway in Bradford, VT along with C. V. Elms and George Barber. Eventually, he and Norm broke away to re-open the old Bowl.

Wayne giving a trophy to 4-time Nor-Way Pines / Pines Speedway / Legion Speedway champion, Ray Heath, Jr.

Wayne was the flagman, and Norm served at the track announcer. Norm eventually moved on and Wayne ran the track by himself, continuing to operate the Speedway into the mid-1990's. Eventually, he found someone to take over the lease and he retired to Florida where he and Louella, and most of the kids, live today.

Wayne with the late, great Larry Welch

Everybody's got their favorite memories of Wayne Weeks. When he was frustrated with a driver, he would jump down from the flag stand and shake the black flag in their face. He took a lot of crap from a lot of people over the years, and all with stoic silence. His word was law. If he kicked you out for two weeks, you were out. Period.

He ticked off a lot of people by not changing his mind and ruling in their favor. Most of these people miss him badly now. Whatever else you want to say about Wayne Weeks, he was fair. His perspective was that of a race fan. He knew where the Nor-Way Pines sat on the racing food chain; at the bottom. And he liked it that way. He made his rules so that any half-decent shade-tree mechanic could put together a competitive car. And he ran his track so that anyone with their head screwed on straight would get a chance to do their stuff.

He will be happy to learn that the Legion post that owns the land is using him as a model now that they're running things again. They have bypassed a lot of avenues for increasing revenue, like making teams buy tires from the track or jacking up the prices at the consession stand. Instead, they're making it easy to race, and to go watch.

Wayne has been very ill recently, but his youngest daughter, Alicia, says he'd be thrilled to hear from race fans and anybody else from up North. You can leave comments here, or email Alicia at alicia13@tampabay.rr.com. Be sure to tell him I said hello.

A Model Citizen

Neal Davis is a long-time race fan from New Hampshire who makes models. As you can see, he does a really good job of it, too. He even makes them to sell. He's already shown his work at Canaan USA Speedway, and we're hoping to have him at the Legion Speedway soon.

This is a model of Jim Fadden's old coupe that he used to run at the Nor-Way Pines. I think Jim finished second in the Coupe division one year. He also ran very successfully in the Late-Model class. This car dates back, I think, to the early '80's.

This is the car that Tyler Rich drove to the B-Coupe championship in 2007. Tyler comes from Lyme, and is one heck of a driver. I believe he's got a new car for '08, so this is already a piece of history.

This is Bill George's '34 Ford coupe, built from pictures shown on this very blog. I'm so happy . . . Bill was my hero, and this car was actually built by my uncle Jim Parris back in '63. Bill won the championship at the 106 Midway Raceway with this in '64. If the name of that track doesn't sound familiar, it later became Bryar Motorsport Park, and finally New Hampshire International Speedway.

If you want to know more about Neal and his models, drop him an email at:

Nealtameradavis@aol.com

Hope you don't mind, Neal. If he complains, I'll edit this post and take the addy off, but you really should drop him a line. He does great work.

MORE HISTORY

All taken from the old Nor-Way Pines, circa late '80's or early '90's. Maybe even mid-70's actually. Man, I can't believe I haven't put anything up here since December of '07! Got to busy, I guess. Well, I'll try and make up for it.

And, once again, I would ask that you please leave comments. Especially if I got something wrong, but mainly so that the other people who check this page would be able to communicate with each other. After all, that's the whole point, isn't it?

There were two Bill Moses'; one, Big Bill, I've already done an extended piece on with plenty of pictures. He was Buck's son. This one is Dusty's son, Billy "Geetar" Moses. Dusty was one of the best-loved country musicians in New England back in the day, and Billy inherited Dusty's musical talent as well as his talent behind the wheel. Above is his late-model, which he won the track championship with back in the early '90's. Warren Emery was part owner of the car. I actually drove this car to a victory in the annual Official's Race one year, but don't have a trophy to show for it. Ah, well.

Below is the coupe that Billy ran in the early '80's. I spoke with him about this car recently, and he said it was one of his favorites. I remember it being rather heavy, but very well built. Tough as nails, and he won quite a few races with it. If you know Billy, you know the car had to be tough.

Below is a picture of one of my favorite dirt cars ever. This is Bunky "Grizzly" Adams, from somewhere in Vermont. Just look at the lines on that thing. Low, narrow, all business. Man, that's a pretty race car. As for the driver, well . . . MAN, that's a pretty race car. In the early days of the Nor-Way Pines there was a Modified 6-cylinder class and a stock V8 "hobby" class. After four or five years the sixes got upgraded to coupes. In the first year of the coupe class Butch Clogston and Ed Smith shared the title. The second year it went to Bunky Adams. After he won the championship he vanished, and never returned to the Pines. I don't know if he ever raced anywhere else, but while he was around he was the one to beat.

The sharp-eyed among you have spotted the car sitting next to Bunky's # 42. Yep, that's Franny Comeau's old 89. More on him at a later date, I promise.

This is just one of the late, great Larry Welch's race cars. He raced in the coupe division toward the end of his career, but this was the car he won the Late Model (formerly Hobby) class with one year. Larry tragically died in an off-season accident, but his memory lives on. He was a great driver, and one helluva guy in general.

The last two seasons the Legion Speedway has featured a Sprint car division. Alan Nichols showed up in this Sprinter back in the early nineties and ran with the coupes. A couple other fellows tried the same things, but Sprint cars are just too fragile to run with the heavier coupes. They sure put on a great show when you've got a full field of them, though. All the Sprint car fans at the Speedway have Alan Nichols to thank for breaking the ground.

That's about it for now. In the news, the Legion Speedway had it's second annual March Madness Enduro in the snow. It was a bit of a cluster, uh, ahem, well, let's just say it could have gone off better. Still had fun, though, and I met several of you readers there. I'm gratified that the word is getting around about this page. Please, leave comments here, especially so that others can see what a dope I really am about all this stuff. Really, the only thing that makes me anywhere near an expert is that fact that I know all of you. So keep checking in, and don't forget you promised to send me pictures.

ps - Billy, I forgot to pick up that CD you said you were going to leave me in the eating shack. And, if you leave a comment, be sure to leave the link to your music site. Folks, Billy "Geetar" Moses has given up racing to spend more time doing music, and you've just got to hear it. It's great. Bill, you've got to leave a link now!

See you all Memorial Day weekend in Rumney.

Put "DIRT TRACK NH" in subject line of emails!

Hi.

This post is intended to address a possible problem. The biggest kick I get out of doing this blog is getting feedback from you readers. There hasn't been much, and yet I get the impression that the word is getting around. I hope you are enjoying seeing the history of the sport I love through my eyes, and be assured that it will continue.

I would like to ask one favor, if I may. If you email me at rclogston@hotmail.com, PLEASE mention Dirt Track NH in the subject line. The reason for this is that this account is set on 'exclusive,' so unless you are a regular contact of mine your message will go into my spam bucket. I do look through those, and if you put that in the subject, I'll fish it out and read it. I just read one that said 'blog,' and I took a chance, but I learned the hard way NOT to open emails from people I don't know unless I have good reason to believe that I should.

What I'm saying is, if you've emailed me, it probably got deleted. Supposedly, it is possible for anyone to leave a comment, and that is how I would prefer to hear from you, because I would also like everyone else to have a chance to see what you want to say as well. Still, there are indications that some people have found it difficult to leave a comment. That is something I have no control over.

But I do like getting emails from you, so feel free to write. Just remember; if you don't put Dirt Track NH in the subject line, it WILL be deleted. Don't get mad because you put 'blog' or 'race fan' or something, and you don't hear back from me. Twice I've been wormed and lost my whole hard drive, so I take NO chances. I've spent a lot of hours digging through old photos and scanning them into my computer. Yes, I've saved them to disk, but I'm still not risking a bad spam.

And please, leave a comment if you can.