
The track is one of only two tracks in Missouri
that I know of with score boards at the end
of the track, the other being Kansas City
International. We marked the territory with
a sticker and headed out toward our ultimate
destination—George Ray's Outlaw Wildcat
Drag Strip in Paragould, Ark.
About another hour down the road and about
40 miles West of I-55 we came to the Mecca
of outlaw drag strips in this area. Now,
I've been to a lot of drag strips since my
first trip to Amarillo Dragway more that
40 years but I've never, never seen anything
like or, for my money, better than George
Ray's little bit of drag racing paradise.

As you can see from the photos, in order
to get into the track you turn into Mr. Ray's
driveway and drive to the ticket booth and
pay Mrs. Ray your seven dollars entry fee
(It's seven dollars race or watch). If you're
going to race—which I was—you
go directly to the tech director Scott Mace's
spot and get classified. They use a combination
of NHRA and AHRA rules from 1961. The Burkster's
Dodge van fell into the O/SA class while
Bret "Mr. Dirt" Kepner's land barge
Merc was an H/PSA.
The class racing is heads-up and they don't
give you a time slip in eliminations. If
you win, you come back; if you lose, who
cares what you run. I got a bye run and then
ran an older gentleman in the final who was
driving a Buick. He was kind enough to give
me lane choice and I cut a pretty good light
and left on him and then watched him drive
by me just before the lights. After the race
we shook hands and I congratulated him. He
said to me. "The car would have run
a little quicker but I had to ground my 11-year-old
grandson who usually drives the car. He's
about a hundred pounds lighter than I am."

After Bret
and I took our whippings, we pulled
up a log next to the starting line
and spectated for a while.
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I am so grateful that he grounded his grandson.
Imagine my embarrassment at being beaten
by an eleven year-old! I also took some small
pleasure in professional racer Bret Kepner
getting whipped in his final round appearance.
The one blotch on his stellar career as a
racer is that he has never won his class
at George Ray's and he has tried for years.