Jackson has it's own speedway. It's a dirt track, 1/3 mile. Open bleacher seating. It's country. Like, "before bro-country came out and tried to tell everyone that they were country" type of country.
Prayer before the races type of country, with the obligatory "Gentlemen, please remove your hats" before the prayer and the National Anthem. When the speakers cut out on the anthem, people started singing it until the speakers cut back on.
And dirt being slung six ways from Sunday when the cars came around the track. The Mrs. had never been to a race on a dirt track before. She enjoyed herself greatly. I'm thinking we'll be back.
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