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Happy Father’s Day to all the “Garage-Dad’s” out there. Thanks for taking the time to share your passions with us, and thanks for all the life lessons we learned in the Garage with you!
Laconia Bike Week is billed as “the world’s oldest motorcycle rally” but we just know it as Mustang Seats’ favorite New England rally.
The Lake Winnipesaukee area offers spectacular, scenic rides and Mustang knows New England scenery! Since 1980, all Mustang seats have been proudly handcrafted and assembled in Three Rivers, Massachusetts, just three hours south of Laconia! (Tours are available by appointment.)
Stop by Mustang’s huge rally truck rig at Laconia Harley-Davidson® from June 12-19. Check out Mustang’s incredible selection of seat styles for Harley-Davidson®, Indian, Victory, Kawasaki, Triumph, Can-Am, Honda, Ducati, BMW, Yamaha and Suzuki
Not only will Mustang’s factory-trained reps help you try seats on your bike for the best fit for both you and your passenger but, after you select your perfect replacement seat, they will mount it for you for free. Finally, living up to Mustang’s #1 rating in customer service, they will ship your old seat back home for you for free.
Can’t make it to Laconia? See Mustang’s complete rally schedule
My Dad and I share a lot of the same interests, I credit him for turning me into the gear head I am. He even hooked me up with his 1966 Mustang for my first car. That car had only 32,000 original miles on it. We both enjoy road trips and we like the same music. I made sure to have his favorites on hand, some Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Lynyrd Skynyrd and of course Van Halen. We had perfect weather as we loaded up my Dodge Van (know as the ‘Dodge Mahal”) and we drove west. I was taking my Dad to his first ever Indy 500 race. My Dad is 76 years young and this was a big deal.
My dad always drove us everywhere for our family vacations. He even drove us to Daytona in 1979 in a van stye motorhome to watch the 500. We parked in the infield and he took me down to the pits. I spotted my favorite driver Richie Evans and his crew around his famous orange number 61 car. we were on the other side of the fence and I was screaming his name over and over trying to get his attention. Finally one of his crew spotted me and gave Richie a heads up about a “little fan”. He gave me a big wave and I couldn’t have been happier. There I was holding my Dad’s hand getting a wave from Richie Evans infield of the Daytona Speedway. My Dad just created a racing fan for life.
Dad grew up racing boats, then cars,and after returning from Germany where he was stationed in the Army he started his business and his family. There wasn’t much free time for his racing career and he was ok with that. He took us to the races every weekend. He shared his passion of racing with his family and we loved it. Me, my sister and brother each had our own favorite driver. I remember at one race Dad bought me a pair of orange sunglasses, I loved those “Richie Evans” glasses.
Saturday was the day I think we were both super excited about. This was the “Legends Day” at Indianapolis Speedway. A ton of vintage Indy race cars would be at the track and would be running a few laps. This day was going to be even better since two of Dad’s friends were going to be here with their vintage cars. Pat from California had his 1933 Duesenberg powered Wonder Bread Car and Lou from Chicago had his Ford Flathead 34 car. We got to watch these guys and about 60 others run these cars on the track.
The vintage cars fired up and made their way to the track. the rear engine cars took to the track first. You could hear each shift as these heavy machines steadily got up to speed, some of them hitting well over 140mph. The front engine cars grabbed the track next and the speeds were higher.
These cars were painted with brighter colors and I loved chasing the streaky rainbow of color through my camera lens as I panned with the cars. I would occasionally glance over at Dad to see the huge smile on his face. I knew this was such a great day for him. We made our way over to the pit area to see the cars up close and to talk with Dad’s friends. We took pictures sitting in cars and laughed sharing stories. It was so great to share this with him, and I couldn’t help but recall that day in 1979 at the Daytona Speedway. 
We walked all over that 2.5 miles track and made our way over to the garage area. We also got an idea of where our seats would be for the 500 on Sunday. With the temps in the high 80’s I was relieved to see we were under the covered area of the paddock. I guess the tables had turned and it was my time to be thinking of Dad and his comfort.
Sunday race day we were up and ready to get to the track. We signed up for the shuttle at the hotel since the race was sold out and the news reports were expecting over 350,000 people. I was a little nervous to be honest. I’m not a fan of big crowds like this, I’m well aware of the hazards that can happen fast when you have crowds of this size in one spot. we got to the track and walked shoulder to shoulder to the gate, through the gate and to our seats. we had amazing seats directly across from the pit area and could see all the pre-race entertainment. The parade of vintage cars, the parade honoring our service men and women, the singing of our national anthem and of course “Back home again in Indiana”, it all happened right there in front of us. This was it, the moment was here, “Lady and Gentleman, start your engines!” I had been waiting all weekend to hear these cars fire up, and oh man, it was amazing. Mario Andretti lead the field around the track with Lady GaGa as a passenger and he gave her one hell of a ride. The pace car pulled in and the green flag dropped. This was it, he was finally here in person to watch the Indy 500. We stayed glued to our seats the entire race and enjoyed every minute. When the race ended it took us over 3 hours to get back to the hotel. There were so many people in town that the police closed all incoming traffic down. That meant the shuttle busses could no longer get back in to take groups back to the hotel. Some people chose to bitch, moan and yell about it. Me and dad found some shade and another older gentleman and we just passed the time talking. Turns out this was this gentleman’s 58th time watching the Indy 500. He was 83 years old and has been watching this race live for a long time. We made it back to the hotel safe, got some food, watched the recording of the race and recalled the wrecks and action as they unfolded on TV. 
Monday morning we loaded back up the Dodge Mahal and were east bound and down. We cranked some Johnny Cash for the ride home and made tracks singing and smiling. Thanks Dad for making me the race fan I am. I couldn’t have picked a better person to share this experience with. I still can’t believe it, me and my Dad were at the 100th running of the Indy 500 in 2016 together!
Vintage Cars and Motorcycles drag racing on the beach. Do I need to say more? Of course I wanted to attend this event. I decided to bring my Dad along to The Race of Gentlemen,(TROG) I knew he would enjoy this. The smell of salt air mixed with racing fuel wafting in the air overwhelmed us both as we made our way to the pit area. We just looked at each other and gave that nod, no words needed, we each knew what the other was thinking. “Man that smells good!”. Rhett Rotten was tearing it up on his bally bike in front of his Wall of Death and guys were wrenching on cars and bikes all throughout the pit area. With the amusement park rides in the background, it almost felt like we had been transported back in time. To a time when things were maybe a bit slower paced, life was a little more carefree. 
We made our way to the starting line and enjoyed the constant sea of Vintage Awesomeness making it’s way down the beach. Flat head fords, old sprint style cars and early american motorcycles roared down the shore in sync with the sound of the ocean waves crashing the beach. As I was in mid lens change (of course) I heard a bike rev up, and it was the sound that you know is not intentional. As I picked my head up I watched an early Harley-Davidson come flying back towards the starting line with no rider, the bike starts flipping end over end as its gaining momentum and air. It was luckily headed towards the ocean, but there was a crowd of swimmers in it’s path. I did not get a shot of this happening, but here is the immediate aftermath. Luckily no one was hurt. Rider here greeting the crowd letting them know he is ok, and attendants at the bike, trying to pry it out of the sand. 
I was excited to see the super talented Brittney Olsen, she has such a contagious smile. Her passion for the vintage racing just flows out of her and it’s always exciting to cheer her on!
There was an amazing band playing in the general event area where you could grab some food, drinks and enjoy music from the 40’s. A cute couple was kicking it up on the stage performing classic dance moves of the times. We really enjoyed this music and it made this experience all the more authentic.
We made our way to the car show area and loved the mix of culture parked together. 
Glad I took my dad with me to this event. He enjoyed it and I enjoyed watching the smile it put on his face. Thank you TROG, well done! Article and photos by Sara Liberte
The World Of Outlaws Sprint car Racing was coming through Pennsylvania so I new I had to call up some fellow Garage-Girls and head over to the dirt track of Williams Grove, PA to check it out. Who doesn’t enjoy dirt track racing?
There is nothing better than listening to the crowds as they cheer on the local favorites as they race tight and clean against the Outlaws. Wooden stands, and concession stands on a friday night are pretty awesome for girls like us. We chose to sit in turn three so we could “eat dirt” as the sprints cars go speeding into the turn blasting us with dirt and rocks. Yes! We love this shit! We spotted some little girls getting up close to the fence jumping up and cheering as their favorite racers whizzed past them. We loved seeing this, that passion in a young girl for a sport that is so much fun to watch. These girls will grow up to be race fans for life, just like our crew we had with us on Friday night!
We were surrounded by young fans, die-hard fans, new fans and the older fans. The old guys who used to race back in the 50’s and 60’s. If you ever get a chance to talk to an older racer at one of these events, do it, the stories don’t get any better than these.
We were glad to see the outpouring of support from the locals for this race, what a crowd and what a race. As the feature race was ready to start and those sprint cars got 4 wide, the crowd was on their toes screaming, as they got back into formation and the flag went down, it was on. The roaring cars, the screaming fans, this is racing! 