What comes around goes around. And around. And around. Stock cars prove it at West Havens Devils Bowl every Sunday all summer.
Theres such an energy at the racetrack, says Sharon Richards, 37, who co-owns the business with her father and brothers. They can see these cars just dicing it out, wheel-to-wheel. Theres no other action close to that. Thats why auto racing is now the number-one fan sport. They have more people at the Daytona 500 than they have at the Superbowl. In fact, a recent survey of attendance at American sporting events found that 17 of the 20 largest crowds were gathered for stock car races.
Essentially a blue-collar pastime, the fossil-fueled sport was born in the Carolinas during Prohibition, when moonshine runners would soup up their engines to try and outrun lawmen in the dead of night. The best drivers began competing on dirt tracks carved out of cornfields. But stock car racing really came into its own after World War II, when returning soldiers with the right stuff had time on their hands and money in their pockets. Today, wannabe Win-ston Cup winners from as far away as Canada and New Jersey work their way up the ranks at Vermont proving grounds such as Bear Ridge in Bradford, Thunder Road in Barre and the half-mile dirt loop at Devils Bowl.
Racing runs as thick as motor oil in Richards blood. I started driving as soon as I could reach the gas pedal and the brake, she says. I dont know anything different.
Her father, C.J. Richards, built the Fairmont Speedway in Fair Haven in 1965. He stayed two years while building Devils Bowl in nearby West Haven. Twenty years later, the family opened a sister track, the Albany-Saratoga Speedway, in Malta, New York. As a girl, she remembers sleeping behind the booth while her mother, Judith Richards, sold tickets. Sharon took over her mothers full-time management position after Judith died of cancer in 1997.
Many of the motorheads who provide the entertainment at Devils Bowl are locals with nicknames like Hollywood Joe Santoro or the Flying Farmer, a.k.a. Gene Munger of Benson. Carl Super CV Vladyka lives on a farm next door to the now-defunct Fairmont speedway in Fair Haven.
I used to go watch and I was a fan, recalls Vladyka, 46. Then I got a car one time. It was an old beat-up car and we took it up there and got hooked.
Nowadays, the third-generation dairy farmer drives a high-performance 2002 Monte Carlo in the Pro Street Stock division. During the week, when hes not milking Holsteins, he and his mechanic tinker with the rig, redistributing weight between the wheels, changing tire sizes or tweaking the gearing so the car will take corners more or less tightly.
Its not just going around in circles, he says. Its an awful rush to have the competition and the challenge of trying to get your car to go faster than the other guys and trying to guess what the track conditions are going to be. Thats one thing about dirt. Every time you go there, its different.
On any given Sunday, four classes of car vie for vehicular victory beneath the stadium lights. The higher the class, the more powerful the motor. At the top of the heap is the Modified Car, an open-wheeled racer. The earliest ones were fenderless Gremlins.
One notch down from the modified car is the Pro-Street Stock car, which looks like something youd see on the highway, but each with a custom-built chassis, a light fiberglass body and high-performance parts.
The Hobby Stock car, one more step down, must use parts originally made for that vehicle, with few exceptions. You take it out of the junkyard, put a roll cage in it, a stock motor for the year of the car and stock tires, Richards explains.
Winners in these racing categories can collect cash purses of several hundred dollars. But in the entry-level cruiser division, learning drivers maneuver 4- and 6-cylinder compacts for nothing more than glory and good vibes.
In a single outing to Devils Bowl, spectators can expect to see about 17 races, ranging from eight-lap qualifying rounds with about 10 cars per heat to features, in which up to 25 cars at a time complete 20 to 100 laps.
Most of the flags and lights mean the same thing they do on public thoroughfares green for go, yellow for caution and red for stop. But theres also blue with a black stripe, which signifies, Pull over to let faster cars pass, slowpoke. Black indicates something like, Go to the pit. Youre either disqualified for breaking the rules or smoke is starting to billow from your car.
What is it besides hot dogs, beer and Americans perennial fascination with the automobile that keeps folks coming back to Devils Bowl each Sunday? Probably not the opportunity for scintillating conversation. The noise level at this place rivals an airport runway.
Its probably not the fresh air, either. Though races dont start until after the evening dew has settled down the dust, and groomers prepare the surface of the track with 250,000 gallons of water on the driest summer nights, spectators are well-advised to wear goggles.
The better to see the occasional crack-up? Theyre the best part of racing, Richards admits. Fans love em. Theres usually crashes every night. It can be as little as one doing a spin-out to the whole pack of them in a pile-up. Weve seen cars go home on a roll-back. Theres nothing left to the car.
People have broken bones at Devils Bowl, but there has never been a fatality. Roll cages and five-point harnesses, like the ones used in child seats, allow drivers to walk away from most acci-dents even ones that look devastating.
The most serious crash weve had was about 5 years ago, remembers Richards. The car hit the wall and flipped like youve never seen before, and his gas tank hit the concrete and exploded. He was extricated but suffered severe burns on his hands.
Vladyka, who is accustomed to racing at speeds averaging 80 mph, has been through everything from fender benders to rollovers. One time, when three different cars slammed his vehicle sideways into the wall, he cracked his ribs. On another occasion, a car darted in front of his and Vladyka suffered a concussion. It was almost like I was walking beside myself, he says. It knocked me right out for a second. Luckily, the car was kind of turning by itself. When I woke up it was just kind of chugging.
For Tim the Orwell Express LaDuc, a second-generation racer who drives in the modified class, stock car racing is a family tradition. My father raced right up until the day he passed away, says Laduc, 29. Its a good, clean sport. I shouldnt say clean, because youre racing in dirt and mud.