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BMcLain21
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April 20, 2021 at 12:57:38 AM
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After an early season weekend that most Carolina sprint car drivers aren’t use too, Fayetteville Motor Speedway’s Mike Jackson Memorial proved to be the proving grounds for some serious championship action for the 2021 Carolina Sprint Tour.

If you plan on racing for the Carolina Crown, your only way to capture the cup would be to make the feature both nights and do your best to stay near the racers you thought might race with you all season. 

Rolling away from Fort Bragg late Saturday night with two top seven finishes, dad and I knew this was our best shot ever.  The previous two years found us dead last in points while leading initial features. 

The successful weekend got to our heads causing us to think the impossible… like racing Lincoln Speedway a few weeks later, and Port Royal another week later.  The long hours home were shortened by the excitement that this year might be our year to bring home a championship. 

After Port, a typical Sunday of washing everything turned into a typical Sunday of washing everything plus making notes on every white board in the town of Hemby Bridge, NC from previous experiences toward championship aspirations. 

Strolling into the shop at dawn this past Saturday to chunk two hundred and eighty pounds of weight into the driver’s seat to simulate a fat ass driver, like myself, to set ride heights seems extreme, but dad likes to sleep in after years of racing midgets on the weekend and I cant blame him. 

A few hours later rolling through the beautiful Lowcountry of Southern Carolina, all he and I talked about was being consistent and conservative but taking advantage of the situation. 

After a great pill draw that found me on the pole of Heat One and a great practice that found I trying to pass everyone possible, we were somewhat convinced tonight was the night we would leave Sumter with a trophy after a decade of chances. 

A quick check of the weather station, a right rear adjustment, a wink toward Nick Tucker, and I was ready to set sail.  I knew he’d win his heat, and I knew I’d win my heat.  I was ready for payback after our last Sumter visit.  I was half a straight away ahead of him in 2019 with four laps to go till my drive shaft fell out and narrowly missed his helmet.

He’d go on to win…

Rolling around for Heat One, cars would come to life during the warmup lap.  The car felt so perfect.  Tonight, was going to be a good night. 

As a car spins out in front of me, I set my shut off to idle and cruise.

I’m the leader, expecting everyone to catch up with me.

That wasn’t the case.  Apparently, my radio has lost communication and to make matters worse, the outside pole controls the tempo. 

As I finally realize I’m not the most important car on the track, I’m black flagged and motioned toward the pits because my radio decided to quit communicating.

Relegated toward the pits as my race and championship go up in smoke because of bad communication, dad and I decide to load up and head toward the closest Cracker Barrel. 

As the waitress dropped off some biscuits and apple butter somewhere in Columbia, we were able to witness Logan and Anthony put on a show at the Royal.

When the race was over, dad asked me if I had as much fun there as they did…

God Yeah!

We forgot about our worries in Sumter that night and just talked about all the good times the rest of the way home.

It was perfect. 


Brandon McLain
United Sprint Car Series Driver
2014 Season
National Rookie of the Year!
National Points - 8th
Southern Points - 3rd
Asphalt Points - 3rd
18 Races, 3 Top 5's, 14 Top 10's


trecraft
April 20, 2021 at 05:03:18 PM
Joined: 11/15/2008
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Posted By: BMcLain21 on April 20 2021 at 12:57:38 AM

After an early season weekend that most Carolina sprint car drivers aren’t use too, Fayetteville Motor Speedway’s Mike Jackson Memorial proved to be the proving grounds for some serious championship action for the 2021 Carolina Sprint Tour.

If you plan on racing for the Carolina Crown, your only way to capture the cup would be to make the feature both nights and do your best to stay near the racers you thought might race with you all season. 

Rolling away from Fort Bragg late Saturday night with two top seven finishes, dad and I knew this was our best shot ever.  The previous two years found us dead last in points while leading initial features. 

The successful weekend got to our heads causing us to think the impossible… like racing Lincoln Speedway a few weeks later, and Port Royal another week later.  The long hours home were shortened by the excitement that this year might be our year to bring home a championship. 

After Port, a typical Sunday of washing everything turned into a typical Sunday of washing everything plus making notes on every white board in the town of Hemby Bridge, NC from previous experiences toward championship aspirations. 

Strolling into the shop at dawn this past Saturday to chunk two hundred and eighty pounds of weight into the driver’s seat to simulate a fat ass driver, like myself, to set ride heights seems extreme, but dad likes to sleep in after years of racing midgets on the weekend and I cant blame him. 

A few hours later rolling through the beautiful Lowcountry of Southern Carolina, all he and I talked about was being consistent and conservative but taking advantage of the situation. 

After a great pill draw that found me on the pole of Heat One and a great practice that found I trying to pass everyone possible, we were somewhat convinced tonight was the night we would leave Sumter with a trophy after a decade of chances. 

A quick check of the weather station, a right rear adjustment, a wink toward Nick Tucker, and I was ready to set sail.  I knew he’d win his heat, and I knew I’d win my heat.  I was ready for payback after our last Sumter visit.  I was half a straight away ahead of him in 2019 with four laps to go till my drive shaft fell out and narrowly missed his helmet.

He’d go on to win…

Rolling around for Heat One, cars would come to life during the warmup lap.  The car felt so perfect.  Tonight, was going to be a good night. 

As a car spins out in front of me, I set my shut off to idle and cruise.

I’m the leader, expecting everyone to catch up with me.

That wasn’t the case.  Apparently, my radio has lost communication and to make matters worse, the outside pole controls the tempo. 

As I finally realize I’m not the most important car on the track, I’m black flagged and motioned toward the pits because my radio decided to quit communicating.

Relegated toward the pits as my race and championship go up in smoke because of bad communication, dad and I decide to load up and head toward the closest Cracker Barrel. 

As the waitress dropped off some biscuits and apple butter somewhere in Columbia, we were able to witness Logan and Anthony put on a show at the Royal.

When the race was over, dad asked me if I had as much fun there as they did…

God Yeah!

We forgot about our worries in Sumter that night and just talked about all the good times the rest of the way home.

It was perfect. 



Always enjoy your adventures of sprint car racing in the Carolinas.  Thanks again.



baltimore
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April 20, 2021 at 05:38:27 PM
Joined: 11/30/2004
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Posted By: BMcLain21 on April 20 2021 at 12:57:38 AM

After an early season weekend that most Carolina sprint car drivers aren’t use too, Fayetteville Motor Speedway’s Mike Jackson Memorial proved to be the proving grounds for some serious championship action for the 2021 Carolina Sprint Tour.

If you plan on racing for the Carolina Crown, your only way to capture the cup would be to make the feature both nights and do your best to stay near the racers you thought might race with you all season. 

Rolling away from Fort Bragg late Saturday night with two top seven finishes, dad and I knew this was our best shot ever.  The previous two years found us dead last in points while leading initial features. 

The successful weekend got to our heads causing us to think the impossible… like racing Lincoln Speedway a few weeks later, and Port Royal another week later.  The long hours home were shortened by the excitement that this year might be our year to bring home a championship. 

After Port, a typical Sunday of washing everything turned into a typical Sunday of washing everything plus making notes on every white board in the town of Hemby Bridge, NC from previous experiences toward championship aspirations. 

Strolling into the shop at dawn this past Saturday to chunk two hundred and eighty pounds of weight into the driver’s seat to simulate a fat ass driver, like myself, to set ride heights seems extreme, but dad likes to sleep in after years of racing midgets on the weekend and I cant blame him. 

A few hours later rolling through the beautiful Lowcountry of Southern Carolina, all he and I talked about was being consistent and conservative but taking advantage of the situation. 

After a great pill draw that found me on the pole of Heat One and a great practice that found I trying to pass everyone possible, we were somewhat convinced tonight was the night we would leave Sumter with a trophy after a decade of chances. 

A quick check of the weather station, a right rear adjustment, a wink toward Nick Tucker, and I was ready to set sail.  I knew he’d win his heat, and I knew I’d win my heat.  I was ready for payback after our last Sumter visit.  I was half a straight away ahead of him in 2019 with four laps to go till my drive shaft fell out and narrowly missed his helmet.

He’d go on to win…

Rolling around for Heat One, cars would come to life during the warmup lap.  The car felt so perfect.  Tonight, was going to be a good night. 

As a car spins out in front of me, I set my shut off to idle and cruise.

I’m the leader, expecting everyone to catch up with me.

That wasn’t the case.  Apparently, my radio has lost communication and to make matters worse, the outside pole controls the tempo. 

As I finally realize I’m not the most important car on the track, I’m black flagged and motioned toward the pits because my radio decided to quit communicating.

Relegated toward the pits as my race and championship go up in smoke because of bad communication, dad and I decide to load up and head toward the closest Cracker Barrel. 

As the waitress dropped off some biscuits and apple butter somewhere in Columbia, we were able to witness Logan and Anthony put on a show at the Royal.

When the race was over, dad asked me if I had as much fun there as they did…

God Yeah!

We forgot about our worries in Sumter that night and just talked about all the good times the rest of the way home.

It was perfect. 



 thats good shit





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