The roar of engines is the first thing you hear, a deep rumble that vibrates through the grandstands even before the first green flag drops. This iconic quarter-mile clay oval has been sending cars into its high-banked corners for seventy years.
For generations of Oregon families, that sound is the unmistakable anthem of summer. It is a place where the smell of race fuel mixes with concession stand food, and the air is filled with the thrill of close, side-by-side racing.
Far from a sterile stadium, here you feel the power of the engines through the wooden benches, and a cloud of dust hangs in the lights, a tangible sign of the action…