I remember flying for those seats at Hawthorne Race Track. I never was quick enough. I had a cousin who could run like the wind. She would get ahead of the pack and could get in front of all the boys, would shove her way in and, voom, she was in. She would put song books, bibles, and mags on every seat she could for as many family members as possible.
More than once though we sat outside in the heat, rain and humidity. Those were the days. I thought they'd never end.