Barrel Racer

I’m a barrel racer from way back in the day. We’d all get together, grab three rusty old barrels, several garden rakes, step off the measurements, get a lawn chair, a stop watch and a flagger, and have a race.

We’ve ran with the fences around the arena and some with none. It was a privilege to run indoors. We drove mainly bumper pulls, slept in the back of our trucks, brushed our teeth and washed...