Every spring, for a few brief years back in the '80s, the sleepy, Mayberry-esque business district of the tiny desert town of Eloy, AZ would, for one weekend, magically transform itself into a bustling racetrack, as it hosted the ASRA (Arizona Sports Racing Association) Eloy Gran Prix.
I used to look forward to the event all year, and would spend the entire weekend watching as the normally quiet streets would fill with thundering Corvettes, Porsches, Formula Vs, Alphas and Austins.
The town, which had a population of around 5,000 would quadruple in size and take on a carnival-like atmosphere, with street vendors selling everything from tacos to ceviche, sombreros and beer.
[This message has been edited by williegoat (edited 06-20-2015).]