A personal note on the Stone Castle. One of my friends and I went to the season opener sometime in the mid-late 90's when THS was hosting Cherokee. THS was comfortably ahead after the 3rd, so we decided to cut out because the Bristol race hauler parade was getting ready to start. We were in an old S-10 truck that my buddy drove to work, and we left the parking lot. We got to the red light, and it looked like the parade had already started, so he hooked a left and we got in behind an SUV that was towing a bass boat. My buddy said that a couple of hundred yards ahead, we could turn down a side road and get out of that mess. It turned out that the SUV towing the bass boat had pro fisherman Bill Dance sitting in the back of it, and directly behind us was the giant motorized Food City shopping cart. We were stuck in the hauler parade. Matters took a turn for the worse when we got to the street he wanted to turn down and it was blocked....as were all of the other side streets. Then, we got to the sections where the big crowds were. There was a cop standing close to where we were, and my buddy yelled and asked him how we could get out of there. The cop responded with "how the Hell did you get in it?" My buddy told him we had left the Castle after a football game, and the cop busted out laughing and told us to just keep going.
We decided to relax and ride it out, so we started waving to the ever growing crowd. Some guy in the crowd asked me who I was, and I told him I was Greg Biffle's 3rd cousin. We rode that parade all the way into BIR before security was able to help create a spot where we could pull out. They thought it was hilarious and one even said we should've stayed in it and got out on the track. I was surprised how cool law enforcement and security were with us. If that happened today, we'd probable be dragged out of the truck and beaten or tasered. That was definitely a night to remember. Too bad we had cell phones with crappy cameras back then.