Nick Abbott: A Boy and His Dad

The fondest memories of a boy and his dad began for me in 1960, when I was 11 years old. Sports cars were always a part of my fathers life, and we began our road trips to Lime Rock quite early on Saturday morning - breakfast at home before cramming two lawn chairs into the XK - 120 and picking up route 44 in West Hartford a few miles from our house..

The Jaguars (is there a better named sports car ?! ) throaty roar whisked us through those northwest towns and we never lost our jaunty british style caps..what a thrill to pay our fees and drive over the short bridge to the infield as cars brrrraaappped by underneath; setting up our chairs in the same spot each time - on the hill overlooking the " S " curves ...sometimes we would get a pit pass, allowing close inspection of the marvelous machines.

Lime Rock was also the setting for " Jag Weekend " when the JCNA Empire Division took it over for three days of nearly all Jaguar events... those early days of father-son trips to Lime Rock are the fondest of all my boyhood memories...

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