19/09/2026
Funny thing about a dirt track,,,
To somebody passing by,,, it’s just noise,,, dust,,, old grandstands & a bunch of cars going around in circles,,,
But I see something different,,,
I see a dad leaning through the window tightening his kid’s belts,,, knowing he’d give anything to protect them for every lap,,, but eventually he has to step away & let them chase their dream,,,
I see a mom standing at the fence nervous as hell,,, counting every lap until she sees that car come safely back through the gate,,,
I see kids carrying hero cards & wearing shirts with somebody else’s number on them,,, looking at local racers the same way other kids look at superheroes,,,
I see crews working underneath one little light at two in the morning,,, exhausted,,, broke,,, bleeding from busted knuckles,,, knowing damn well there probably isn’t enough money in the purse to pay for what they just tore up,,,
But they’ll fix it anyway,,,
Because Saturday is coming,,,
I see husbands & wives,,, fathers & sons,,, mothers & daughters,,, brothers,,, sisters,,, grandparents & grandchildren,,,
Sometimes three generations standing around the same race car,,,
Then one day,,, somebody who was always standing there isn’t there anymore,,,
There’s an empty chair in the pits,,,
An empty spot in the grandstands,,,
A name above the door of the race car,,,
A number being carried in somebody’s memory,,,
& suddenly you understand something,,,
We were never guaranteed another Saturday night together,,,
That’s why I take the pictures,,,
That’s why I try to capture everybody,,,
Because someday that photograph might be worth more than every trophy sitting on the shelf,,,
Someday somebody will look at it & say,,,
“There’s Dad,,,”
“There’s Mom,,,”
“There’s Grandpa,,,”
“That was my little boy before he grew up,,,”
“Man,,, I wish we could have just one more Saturday night,,,”
Race cars get sold,,,
Motors quit running,,,
Tracks eventually change,,,
Trophies collect dust,,,
Even our own names will eventually disappear from the lineup,,,
But those nights we spent together underneath those lights???
Those mattered,,,
Every hug,,,
Every argument followed by a handshake,,,
Every busted motor,,,
Every Victory Lane picture,,,
Every ride home talking about what we should’ve done differently,,,
Every time somebody yelled your name from across the pits,,,
We thought we were chasing checkered flags,,,
Maybe we weren’t,,,
Maybe all along we were building memories with people we never realized we were eventually going to miss,,,
So take the picture,,,
Hug your people,,,
Tell them you love them,,,
Stay another five minutes after the races,,,
Because one ordinary Saturday night you barely think twice about today,,, may someday become the night you’d give everything you own to live one more time,,,
The checkered flag was never the greatest thing dirt track racing gave us,,,
It gave us each other,,,
& long after that final motor goes silent,,,
- Jon Holliday