It was an ordinary looking industrial park, similar to countless others you might find across the country. I drove my rental car into the driveway, then stepped out and looked around me. That’s when I saw the ghosts.
The people working in the buildings couldn’t see them, but I could. As a raw breeze brushed against my face, I experienced phantoms from another time.
In my mind, instead of the neatly manicured lawn, I saw a long black car known as the “Swamp Rat” engaged in a spectacular fire burnout.
Nearby, a substantial warehouse building vanished and in its place I saw a candy-striped Dodge duel with an orange and white Corvair.
There was no tower there, yet, I saw one clearly. No one else heard the spectral public address system once again call out names such as Color Me Gone, Bounty Hunter, the Snake, War Horse, and Detroit Tiger.
One after another, memories started to cascade through my head. Beswick, McEwen, Bergler, Finders, Gates and dozens more. In my mind’s eye, I could see Funny Cars, Top Fuel Dragsters, Pro Stockers, Jet Cars, Rocket Cars.
Then came a parade of bracket cars. Local drivers who had lined up on a weekly basis to race at this very spot. Long forgotten names such as Gear Jammer, Wanderer, Thumper, Movin’ On, Mom’s Headache, Gold Rush and Oldsmoboogie suddenly raced through my mind.
This was a haunted place. But it wasn’t haunted by spirits, but rather by a thousand and one memories. For four decades, this industrial park at Sibley Road and Dix Highway had a very different purpose.
This was once Detroit Dragway. And once upon a time it was my playground.