On my way to the track  

1966 or 1967. I'm 14 and our neighbors and good friends are taking my Mother and me to Flemington when it starts raining. Flemington calls it early but we're already in NJ. My neighbor hands me a road map and says get us to Middletown. Learned to read a map that night and celebrated at the Colonial Diner after the races which featured some Flemington guys who also headed north.  Even today, the trip there with friends is as important as the race.