click image to view slideshow
Taking some time to reflect, I recently stopped by Monrovia Raceway. It was six years ago almost to the day that I first drove a go-kart and was introduced to racing by my mountain biking coach. Monrovia raceway was a grassroots karting facility located at the intersection of routes 75 and 80 in Monrovia Maryland and the go-kart track at which I began my career. A few years ago the track shut down when the land was purchased and has remained dormant ever since. Under the impression that houses were to be built on the land, I fully expected the site would resemble nothing of the track I remembered.
When I arrived I was surprised to discover that the track was essentially the way I had last seen it a few years ago. Excited to see the facility again, I grabbed my camera and walked the track. It was a powerful experience to return to the track and felt like it was just yesterday that I first turned a wheel there. The track surface was relatively unchanged from the last time I had visited. Relatively unchanged means extremely bumpy! Although the track was very punishing both physically and mechanically, it had a great deal of character, something which many new circuits lack. Rather than bore you with a lengthy description of the facility, I compiled a slideshow of my visit. Enjoy.
Thanks for the memories, I was the track owner and race direoctor from 91 -95. then George the paver took over. It was a fun trqack. Lots of fathers and sons bonded in a way you just can’t duplicate when your kid plays baseball, football, etc. My son Chad and I used to kick it up together at monrovia and summitt point. Those were the days. thanks gain for the tour.
craig fetter
Thank you so much for the memories. I race during 1999 and rented the track with my buddies until 2001. Even though I spent more time on the in pits fixing my kart.
Funny Story I remember my friend rented out the track and I just bought a kart and it rain like cats and dogs. So I suited up I went out on slicks and drove like no big deal. George came up to me and said you either crazy or one hell of a driver and ask me to come out and race. I told him I didn;t have any money or new how to get the kart ready. He said don’t worry I will help you. I knew then that Monrovia would be my home. I made some great friends especially a guy name Randy, Dave, and Ramon..
Dion