Trakternut
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One of the big events in Jamestown, North Dakota, is the annual Stock Car Stampede. It's a 2-day event held at our quarter mile dirt track.
Saturday night, about 1 am, Sunday morning, actually, a 15-yr old and his pal rolled his car into a bean field, not a mile north of the track. They were ejected with the driver having died at the scene. His passenger is in a Fargo, N.D. hospital in a medically induced coma, severe head trauma.
Scuttlebut is that the investigation concluded the car was traveling nearly 100 mph at the time of the crash. The condition of the car bears out that a great deal of speed was involved. I have not heard if alcohol was a factor.
My mind's eye saw his parents numb with shock and grief, something I'm no stranger to. I watched my wife nearly lose her mind in 1998 when her son died at his own hand.
Even 12 years later, the tragic deaths of young people trouble me a lot. I keep reliving the day that I got "The Call", and the subsequent hours and days afterward.
Just had to get it off my chest. All I can do is remember his family and friends in my prayers.
The reason that I brought The Stampede into this thread is that while the victors of the races, their fans, friends, and families were celebrating their trophies, we track workers were on our way home to bed, or off to party, a young life came to a sad end.
Saturday night, about 1 am, Sunday morning, actually, a 15-yr old and his pal rolled his car into a bean field, not a mile north of the track. They were ejected with the driver having died at the scene. His passenger is in a Fargo, N.D. hospital in a medically induced coma, severe head trauma.
Scuttlebut is that the investigation concluded the car was traveling nearly 100 mph at the time of the crash. The condition of the car bears out that a great deal of speed was involved. I have not heard if alcohol was a factor.
My mind's eye saw his parents numb with shock and grief, something I'm no stranger to. I watched my wife nearly lose her mind in 1998 when her son died at his own hand.
Even 12 years later, the tragic deaths of young people trouble me a lot. I keep reliving the day that I got "The Call", and the subsequent hours and days afterward.
Just had to get it off my chest. All I can do is remember his family and friends in my prayers.
The reason that I brought The Stampede into this thread is that while the victors of the races, their fans, friends, and families were celebrating their trophies, we track workers were on our way home to bed, or off to party, a young life came to a sad end.
