Hell no! Some of those people are still alive and I have no idea on when the statute of limitations run out.
Both, but especially campground stories. I used to attend AMA races at Laguna, Sears in the early-mid 80's. We were terrified of going to Loudon races. We heard about some crazy stuff there.
The lot across from Road America was insane back in the 90's... Having been up there the last decade the orange Lot seems to have taken over.. I have no idea who's bright idea it was to rent Golf Carts up there.. But it wasn't a good one....
My 1st time camping there in the early 90's I got to witness porn being projected on a big screen/sheet while some assclowns burned a big cross on Animal Hill. Not sure if it was the same night or the next night, the same assclowns had a big ass bonfire and were tossing in full cans of 3M adhesive for what seemed like hours. The next morning our campsite was littered with the tops and bottoms of the cans and we were about 100yrds from the fire. We got a hotel room the next year! lol
Some insane shit went down there back in the day, and in the ‘adult’ campground at the track. That shit came to an end when they burnt the bus down to the ground. next year it was like there was an occupying army with all the cops. I think the campground across the street got sold the year after the dude got stabbed.
Being a true local and one half of my family being part owner of the Honda shop in town and friends with the local HA folk. Then the other half having a great grandfather who was the first motorcycle cop ever in NH, plus he and his son going on to become top cops and heads of the DMV - we have plenty of stories. I was born in 81, it was tame by the time I was a teen. For my dad and uncles growing up in the mid to late 60s it was like shit out of a movie. Seeing people get dragged by a chain on the back of a bike and killed, etc etc. good times.
Does anyone have a picture of the guys doing burnouts with a honda nighthawk on top of a ford t-bird? Or the time these guys had this pressurized popcorn popper that looked like a small cannon. Blew shit all over the HD demo semi (the driver was more than pissed) and then they blew up a can of beefaroni all over some French Canadian's tents and burnt holes all through their shit. One year two guys were caught stealing helmets and shit. They were very close to getting beat to death, cops showed up at the last minute and saved them. The crowd was so crazy the cops just ragged dolled the dudes into a chevy blazer and tore out of there. I remember one cop who used to drive around in an old army pick-up truck, AR mounted on the passenger side and he had a total Hitler stash. He chased some asshole for over 45 minutes around animal hill for throwing beer cans at him. He never did catch the dude funny as hell watching the cop run around, kind of a combination of Benny Hill and Hitler. Honestly, I pretty much stayed drunk from Thursday to Sunday on those weekends and don't remember much. The longest most painful rides home were riding from Laconia to my house in northern Maine on Sunday.
They once wrote in some magazine that "Show us your tits!" replaced "Don't trust anyone over thirty!" up at Loudon. Loudon Classic, 1987. Kevin Schwantz came to Loudon to race. He was accompanied by girlfriend Luann Lee, who happened to be a Playboy Playmate. His teammate that year was Satoshi Tsujimoto. Satoshi had a serious getoff at a previous round, so he wasn't there. Luann decided that it would be a nice gesture to stand up on the Victory Lane podium in front of the main grandstands to lead the crowd in a moment of silent prayer for Satoshi. What she got instead was a deafening barrage of "Show us your tits!" Loudon Classic, 1986. When the weekend was done, everyone went south on Route 106 to get on Route 93. It was traditional for the locals to line up along Route 106 to watch the parade of bikers, teams, etc. leaving. One indelible image in my mind was the 8-year-old kid standing by the side of the road. His grandmother was with him, her hand on the kid's shoulder and a big smile on her face. The kid was holding a sign that read, "Show us your tits!"
I find it humorous that people are walking by a burned out truck like it is nothing. Notice how close the spectators could stand near the track. The first year I was there, (1981) Sandy McPherson was in the Turn 5 flagging station box in the background. I vividly remember her coming under rocket attack while lewd insults were hurled at her.
Kevin Dooley, Jay Lyons and I in front of Kevin's 1953 Chevy school bus equipped with air conditioning and running beer. The General Manager at the Cadillac dealership I worked at was horrified when he saw me pull this into the shop for an inspection sticker. Me and my trusty 71 BMW scrambler. I am totally out of it in my Devo jumpsuit and 3-D glasses.
Animal Hill must’ve been awesome, but nothing’s as satisfying as the Star Boys’ RV burning to the ground at Mid-Ohio.