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BMcLain21
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June 08, 2016 at 05:07:28 PM
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Hemby Bridge, NC – A few days before Nascar’s All-star weekend, my best friend from college who manages a janitorial company called me up begging for help cleaning the suites at the Speedway all weekend, including the infield media center.  Low on cash and needing a little tow money, I gave in and promised him I’d be there bright and early. 

I’ve performed many tasks at motorsports facilities across the country from racing, crewing, promoting, officiating, and selling Speed Sports under the grandstands.  I even wore a Velcro suit with bags of Perky Jerky stuck to it while running through a sea of drunk fans at Dover as they snatched energized dry meat from my sweating armor. 

But, I’ve never been a janitor…

With most of Friday’s events being canceled, the Saturday of the Allstar race was about to become the longest day of my life.  With a 5:30AM show up time and the truck race starting at 11, everyone was in rush mode to make sure Bruton Smith and company were constantly taken care of.  Since fans hadn’t arrived yet, most of the morning was spent at the media center wiping tables and empty trash cans. 

Being the competitive racer I imagine myself to be, it’s a tough pill to swallow being among so many of the motorsport elites carrying leaking trash bags and asking Cup drivers if they are finished with their plates.  But if it could afford me a new right rear tire, I’ll take it.

As fans showed up, it was time to head up to Suite Level to ensure a clean atmosphere for the sponsors and their guest.  As food and beverages arrived, trashcans would fill quick, clumsy hands would drop stuff, and guys would aim less if you know what I mean. 

As the hours crawled by, the temp staff’s excuses for leaving the jobsite early would become more creative.  Eventually getting their way would mean more work for this writer.  As the laps of an extremely confusing Allstar event wound down, I found myself staring more and more at the dirt track across the street as I was shoving buffet leftovers down a garbage chute. 

My mind started wondering off into the distant with crazy scenarios like winning an Outlaw show six days from now.  I came up with several different victory lane speeches about mopping floors at the speedway to sweeping the competition at the dirt track.  Anything to get your mind off of having to push a trash can from Suite 86 to Suite 165 a quarter-mile away.    

The checkered flag would fall and we eventually got the thumps up to go home.  I would head home for a nap before I started a tough week in my primary career as realtor. 

Several real estate appraisal issues would damper my week and create a few more grey hairs, but at least I could look forward to the Outlaws coming to town on Friday!  It would feel great to just sit in the stands with a beer and enjoy the gorgeous Carolina weather.

Then dad called twenty-four hours before hot laps begging me to put my 360 together to go try and make the show.  Already worn out, my vision of a relaxing day at the track turned into an all-night cram session to get the car ready.  If I didn’t believe in his passion for the situation, I just don’t think I would have done it.  But you never want to let your father down and he really wanted to see both his boys make the show. 

Before I left for the track, I called up Bart to see if I could get paid for the previous weekend and if at all possible, in cash.  He handed me $320 worth of 20’s and I was off to the races. 

Jake and I would eventually make the feature and dad would eventually get to see his kids do the Four-Abreast with the greatest show on dirt. 

As we were crossing the start finish line with the massive fireworks display going off in the infield, I stared off at the garbage chute across the street I become mortal enemies with just last week.  I didn’t get to give the victory lane speech I had prepared, but I did get to write a pretty neat story. 

Hope ya’ll enjoyed…

Oh, the Outlaw officials made me buy the required mufflers and spec right rear tire to pass inspection.  Cost: $320.  It was worth it…


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


MSPN
June 09, 2016 at 10:19:08 AM
Joined: 11/23/2004
Posts: 3943
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Sweet!!  The sport needs soooo many more people like yourself.  Glad you've hooked up with Bill W. as well, keep 'em coming....



henry chinaski
June 09, 2016 at 10:51:21 AM
Joined: 04/18/2008
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This message was edited on June 09, 2016 at 10:51:52 AM by henry chinaski
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Posted By: MSPN on June 09 2016 at 10:19:08 AM

Sweet!!  The sport needs soooo many more people like yourself.  Glad you've hooked up with Bill W. as well, keep 'em coming....



I couldn't agree more. Reading posts like McLains is what keeps me coming back to this insane asylum here at hoseheads and sprint car racing in general.

 


Cheers!


fiXXXer
June 09, 2016 at 11:17:45 AM
Joined: 10/26/2014
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Posted By: BMcLain21 on June 08 2016 at 05:07:28 PM

Hemby Bridge, NC – A few days before Nascar’s All-star weekend, my best friend from college who manages a janitorial company called me up begging for help cleaning the suites at the Speedway all weekend, including the infield media center.  Low on cash and needing a little tow money, I gave in and promised him I’d be there bright and early. 

I’ve performed many tasks at motorsports facilities across the country from racing, crewing, promoting, officiating, and selling Speed Sports under the grandstands.  I even wore a Velcro suit with bags of Perky Jerky stuck to it while running through a sea of drunk fans at Dover as they snatched energized dry meat from my sweating armor. 

But, I’ve never been a janitor…

With most of Friday’s events being canceled, the Saturday of the Allstar race was about to become the longest day of my life.  With a 5:30AM show up time and the truck race starting at 11, everyone was in rush mode to make sure Bruton Smith and company were constantly taken care of.  Since fans hadn’t arrived yet, most of the morning was spent at the media center wiping tables and empty trash cans. 

Being the competitive racer I imagine myself to be, it’s a tough pill to swallow being among so many of the motorsport elites carrying leaking trash bags and asking Cup drivers if they are finished with their plates.  But if it could afford me a new right rear tire, I’ll take it.

As fans showed up, it was time to head up to Suite Level to ensure a clean atmosphere for the sponsors and their guest.  As food and beverages arrived, trashcans would fill quick, clumsy hands would drop stuff, and guys would aim less if you know what I mean. 

As the hours crawled by, the temp staff’s excuses for leaving the jobsite early would become more creative.  Eventually getting their way would mean more work for this writer.  As the laps of an extremely confusing Allstar event wound down, I found myself staring more and more at the dirt track across the street as I was shoving buffet leftovers down a garbage chute. 

My mind started wondering off into the distant with crazy scenarios like winning an Outlaw show six days from now.  I came up with several different victory lane speeches about mopping floors at the speedway to sweeping the competition at the dirt track.  Anything to get your mind off of having to push a trash can from Suite 86 to Suite 165 a quarter-mile away.    

The checkered flag would fall and we eventually got the thumps up to go home.  I would head home for a nap before I started a tough week in my primary career as realtor. 

Several real estate appraisal issues would damper my week and create a few more grey hairs, but at least I could look forward to the Outlaws coming to town on Friday!  It would feel great to just sit in the stands with a beer and enjoy the gorgeous Carolina weather.

Then dad called twenty-four hours before hot laps begging me to put my 360 together to go try and make the show.  Already worn out, my vision of a relaxing day at the track turned into an all-night cram session to get the car ready.  If I didn’t believe in his passion for the situation, I just don’t think I would have done it.  But you never want to let your father down and he really wanted to see both his boys make the show. 

Before I left for the track, I called up Bart to see if I could get paid for the previous weekend and if at all possible, in cash.  He handed me $320 worth of 20’s and I was off to the races. 

Jake and I would eventually make the feature and dad would eventually get to see his kids do the Four-Abreast with the greatest show on dirt. 

As we were crossing the start finish line with the massive fireworks display going off in the infield, I stared off at the garbage chute across the street I become mortal enemies with just last week.  I didn’t get to give the victory lane speech I had prepared, but I did get to write a pretty neat story. 

Hope ya’ll enjoyed…

Oh, the Outlaw officials made me buy the required mufflers and spec right rear tire to pass inspection.  Cost: $320.  It was worth it…



You are a prime example of a true racer. Your stories are always great to read and even though I've never seen you turn a lap, I'm already a fan. If you ever make your way north to Pa, I'll be sure to purchase a shirt if you have any. The thing is, you're not unique. There are hundreds of people just like you across the country who eat, sleep and breathe sprint car racing. They put their heart, soul and so much more into what they do and often times, they're just low buck guys struggling to make the show. Just like the big names, the sport needs people like you. The weekend warrior who busts his ass and scrapes pennies just to get the track. That's why it pisses me off so much when some low life bleacher dweller bashes someone like Troy Fraker. Thank you for sharing your stories with us. I'm already looking forward to the next one!



Nickules
June 09, 2016 at 11:24:25 AM
Joined: 08/05/2015
Posts: 1133
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Great stuff Brandon. This is what this forum should be. 



240G
June 09, 2016 at 11:43:26 AM
Joined: 03/15/2013
Posts: 24
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Great story, thanks for posting. 




jknxville
June 09, 2016 at 04:39:32 PM
Joined: 08/11/2005
Posts: 86
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best part of the story! , you did`nt want to let your dad down, very cool! even better, is the grin your dad must`ve had watching his boys run the feature! right on!



KOP
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June 09, 2016 at 06:12:28 PM
Joined: 12/01/2004
Posts: 1913
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Classy story. Thanks for sharing.



Hellofit
June 10, 2016 at 04:12:48 AM
Joined: 02/03/2015
Posts: 54
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Your race story is the exact  the kind of victory speech i like to hear.  So many times, the media microphone passes right by the low budget racer at the races.  Most fans would rather hear your kind of story, rather than some lame ass weekly story of Wednesdays with Wayne, or Tuesdays with TMac, and Brian Browns weekly  Bullshit.  




MSPN
June 10, 2016 at 08:31:24 AM
Joined: 11/23/2004
Posts: 3943
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How deliciously ironic.  New dummy Hells Bells gives Brandon a nice compliment and finishes up by taking a cheap shot at his Boss Bill W.  Maybe in grade 4 you're not familiar with a Promo Release updating someone's many fans with what's happening in their world.  Maybe you don't need to read the releases?  Maybe you just need to get a life?  I pick D, all of the above....



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June 10, 2016 at 08:52:05 AM
Joined: 04/09/2016
Posts: 122
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   Nice. Tx


  From central coast of Cali.
   Peace, Out.



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