The only thing out in that desert of sand and gravel besides the 'San
Gabe' drag strip and the cement plants was the 'Green Room.' The Green Room
was a rustic little hideaway where workers from the cement plants went after
work for perhaps a small glass of white wine, Brie, and a handful of them
little sandwich's with no crusts. It was a good place for racers, too,
because strangely enough we also ate with our hands... In fact I think the
sign on the wall said, "Eat Meat - Drink Beer."
Nights after the races at the Green Room were something else... there was
always a live (and loud) rock band (just for the racers). Probably saw some
bands that eventually became famous, but I sure can't remember. I doubt if
anybody who stopped by for a "quick beer" after the races can
really remember much about those nights... Hard partying and lots of race
talk. Usually a bunch of us would be car pooling back from the city in the
morning just trying to find the Green Room... leave alone our cars, trucks,
That was San Gabe... Probably a lot of people just stopped by there in
the morning (perhaps on the way to church) just to see what was going on...
and were lost forever...