Catchin' Salt Fever
After wiping the clumps of fresh salt from my lips from paying my respects to these holy grounds, I felt that little burn which made it feel like we finally made it home. She's welcoming like that as long as you treat her right and respect Mother Nature. It's been a few years since the conditions were viable enough to allow racing so everyone has been patiently waiting for this day. We arrived early in the afternoon coming from our 10-hour drive from home with not a second to waste. When you see photos of the salts from Bonneville there's one thing you don't realize unless you're actually there on the salt flats yourself. The blinding white reflection from the salt burns your eyes after a few hours without sunglasses.
The nostalgic feeling of hot rods and lakesters against the mountain scenery and salted tires reminds me of photos from the early 40's at Bonneville. It doesn't matter what angle you're at, the scenery is captivating. Before we get to the starting line, I always make my rounds of the side lines where racecar trailers and spectators line up to watch the show. Some of the most interesting cars are driving around or parking in these areas. We took it easy our first day and got familiar with the size and distances of all the courses and made our game plan for the following day.
>>つづく
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