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at the Races
Ahhhh... The tangled webs we weave…
Knowing that I'd be doing business in Toronto and would be staying over
a Saturday night in order to get a cheap airfare, I decided to book
myself a photo shoot (and a model) for the
Cougars and Kittens 2002
calendar with the Great Lakes Club in southern Ontario. I wasn't sure
how many chances I'd get to photograph some really nice motor vehicles
in that part of the world, and this looked like an opportunity not to
Finding the cars was pretty easy. A quick announcement to an internet
newsgroup netted me several owners who'd be willing to wash and wax
that weekend. And finding a model was only a little more difficult. A
few well-placed inquiries hooked me up with the lovely Miss Traci
Tropics, who said she'd be happy to do the calendar thing.
The remaining problem - and the one that turned out to be the most
perplexing - was finding a suitable location. The car club members had
no idea what I wanted for a setting, and I had little knowledge of the
Niagara end of southern Ontario. So I elected to cruise up and down
the Niagara parkway in search of the perfect spot when I got there.
That cruise turned out to be pretty fruitless. A northbound trip up
the parkway took me to Niagara on the Lake, which is exactly the sort
of lovely, quiet, extremely wealthy community where the mere suggestion
that you'd like to come through with a crop of old muscle cars and a
pretty girl in a string bikini and heels will get you tarred and
Having bombed out on the northward trek, I turned my attentions (and
rental car) southward to the parks of Port Erie. Unfortunately, there
I found numerous ominous signs posted by the Ontario parks department
warning me not to do anything that might cause persons to congregate.
And previous photo-shoot-with-pretty-girl-in-swimsuit experience taught
me that what I wanted to do would stop traffic for miles around.
With only an hour to go until I was supposed to meet Traci and the car
owners, I dejectedly headed back for our prearranged meeting spot near
And then my luck changed entirely. At the end of highway 3 near Port
Colborne, I spotted a sign that said, "Gasport Motor Speedway - Racing
Every Sunday from May to September."
With nothing to lose, I pulled in and struck up a conversation with a
woman who appeared to be preparing for the Sunday evening show. Again,
fate smiled: I'd found the owner - affectionately known to her staff as
"The General" - who wanted photographs of her track.
Having something to trade, I struck a deal that got me access to the
track in the middle of a Sunday night show at which the guests of honor
were the members of the Port Colborne volunteer fire brigade.
And the rest is
A Few More Shots of Gasport Motor Speedway