My father owned a modified that raced at the little track. During intermission I would walk up to the big track and check out the progress as they were building it.
Now as of the inside wall. In either 67 or 68 my father's driver Blane Saddler Sr. was coming down the back stretch (as pictured) and got hit with a rock in the eye. He pulled over into the infield and sat until finally someone came over to him. They thought the car just stalled.