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Photo ID # H01.08.11_TEX_ENR_LAN_0070S_1
Car #: #"2Seater"
Driver (s) : Starter - Tex Enright
Location: Langhorne, PA
Date: 1967
Photographer: Sophie A. Hertkorn
Photo provided by: Russ Dodge
Comments: Senior Moment From Russ Dodge:

"Potty Talk"

Sophie A. Hertkorn's collection of candid driver portraits taken mainly at Nazareth Speedway in the mid-sixties, is a historical treasure. From the collection now housed in the GSVSCC archives, is this unique photo of flagger Tex Enright, taken at Langhorne Speedway.

The smile on Tex's face sets the "tone of the day" as he shows off the interior of this "custom two-seater'!   Langhorne's one mile distance made for a large infield which created a problem for the mass number of fans enjoying a few "cold ones" for "several hours" pre, during and after the race! This necessitated some "creativity" to solve the problem of a necessary facility!

The "unit" Tex is displaying was much better than most. It appears to be made with some plywood and actually has a painted finished! The model our "gang" had was strictly economical and efficient. An extra large heavy cardboard carton used for shipping sofas, from Carl Harz Furniture, worked great with one side opening as a door!

Many "Moments" are generated by those annual "cook outs" at Langhorne. The last one our "Elmer Gang" (NJ) held cost each person 5 bucks, I believe. That included beer on tap and all the burgers and sausage you could eat for the afternoon. The grill fired up about 10 o'clock and shut down about the same time the police would shut down the drag racing on the strip in the infield!

Watching the race from one of our pick-ups backed towards the track provided poor visibility at best, but no one cared. IT WAS A HAPPENING AND YOU HAD TO BE THERE.

I would speculate that camping out for the Grove Nationals would provide a similar atmosphere. At Langhorne in that period of time, motor home hadn't evolved much and a "slide in" camper was "high cotton" and a cap running close behind.

Purposely, personal stories of my Langhorne experiences will end here. I hope that those of you reading this moment will send in one or two of you remembrances of your visits to the 'Horne.

Senior Moment By Russ Dodge

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01.11.11 3Wide I don't know if I ever saw a dirt race at Langhorne, but I went there plenty of times in the mid/late 60's and until they closed. (Indy cars and Race of Champions), and I do have some "Infield Memories".

We always watched from the infield and also had a pickup truck with a small scaffold in the bed that allowed us a good view of the inside of the long sweeping turn 1 into 2 (I guess that's what it would have been considered).

The races were exciting, but as a kid, it was really cool to walk from where we were parked, along the dragstrip in the infield up to where the "facilities" were.  What I remember most is that kids my age were able to ride mini-bikes and stuff in the infield and on the dragstrip and I just thought that was really cool....  (Wished I had brought mine!)

Also, once you got up by where the "facilities" were, you could walk over to the fence that separated you from the driver's and cars...  I still remember looking through and seeing some of the cars and drivers somewhat up close.  (I've got a few pics somewhere around here of Ralph Laquori who we were able to get to come over to the fence and sign an autograph which is something I remember 40+ years later...

Another infield memory that I have is it must have rained really hard at the end of one of the events and 100's of cars were stuck up to their frame rails in mud.  I'm guessing that it was around 1967 or 68 because I think my mom still had her 64 Impala - (black with red interior - cool car...)
02.18.11 Joe Meshach How about the open top to the toilet to let in light. My grandparents had one similar to this out behind an old barn at their house when I was growing up. Takes you back to another era.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

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