An Ode to the Big Ones: The banked turns and endless lines at concession stands. The scent of hot tires, gear oil, and spent race gas permeates the air, accompanied by the melodic roar of twenty-something unrestricted SBC's singing at 8500 RPM for a glorious three-hour stretch.
The HW500 line arrives, radiating summer's heat with bold, patriotic graphics, serving as our homage to an era of simpler and fast-paced times.
