World Record Broken at Valley Junction Racetrack
As the boys played ball on the freshly mowed field, the sound in the distance is a small Ford tractor finishing its clipping chores. The scent of cut grass on this sultry summer dusk stirs the senses and teases the mind toward places far and times distant. The daydreams eventually lead back to the here and now, but there was a time, since forgotten by most, when days of sport, smell and sound filled this docile field with a spectacle not matched since. The eyes of the world were on Valley Junction.