Category: Experiences

Quick outline

• Why I wanted one
• The exact jackets I wore
• What rocked vs what bugged me
• Fit, care, and price notes
• Final call

Why I even chased a racing jacket

I grew up watching NASCAR with my uncle. Loud cars, louder coats. Those colors stuck in my head. So this year, I finally went for it. I wanted that old-school look that turns heads at the gas station and the grocery store. Strange goal? Maybe. But you know what? It worked. In fact, I break down the whole chase—photos, sizing misfires, and all—in my real-life deep dive on a vintage racing jacket.

The jackets I actually wore

1) 1998 Jeff Gordon DuPont twill (Chase Authentics)

I found this at the Rose Bowl Flea Market for $120 cash. Blue body. Rainbow stripes. Big DuPont logo. The neck tag said Chase Authentics. The snaps looked a little tired, but I loved it right away. For anyone still hunting, similar authentic DuPont pieces pop up on Etsy fairly often.

First wear: Friday night cars-and-coffee in Pasadena. I threw it over a white tee and black jeans. Three strangers called out, “Rainbow Warrior!” One guy asked if it was real. I flipped it and showed the tag. Felt silly and proud at the same time.

Good things:

• Warm but not sweaty on a 60-degree night.
• The pockets were deep enough for my phone and keys.
• The colors pop in photos. Like, really pop.

Bad thing:

• One front snap popped off in the parking lot. I fixed it at home with a snap kit from Joann’s. Took 10 minutes. Still annoyed me though.

Smell check: it had a light old smoke smell. I hung it on my balcony for two days. Smell faded a lot.

2) 2004 Honda Racing HRC nylon windbreaker (black/red)

This one came from Goodwill in Austin for $45. Zip front. Mesh lining. Light and swishy. I wore it on a quick scooter run after a spring storm. It blocked the wind like a champ, but the fabric is loud when you move. Kind of like a chip bag. I didn’t mind. My neighbor did.

Fit note: sleeves ran long. I cuffed them once, and that felt better.

Cleaning: I wiped off a tiny mud streak with a damp cloth, then air-dried on a hanger. Easy.

3) Early 2000s M&M’s NASCAR team twill (bright yellow, candy patches)

I grabbed this at the City-Wide Garage Sale in Austin for $95. It’s playful and kind of ridiculous, which is why I wore it to a Spurs game. Everyone kept pointing at the candies. A kid asked if I worked for the “chocolate team.” I said I wish.

Real life mess: I got mustard on the sleeve. I dabbed it fast with cold water and a drop of dish soap in the arena bathroom. Stain came out at home with a gentle wash and air dry. Not perfect, but close.

Weight: This one’s heavy. Like, hold-your-shoulders-back heavy. Great in fall. Not so great in August.

Bonus: Jeff Hamilton-style leather (Dale Earnhardt, black)

I tried one from eBay for $220. Heavy cowhide. Thick patches. Looked amazing, like a movie jacket. But after 20 minutes in Texas sun, I felt like a baked potato. I used Bick 4 leather conditioner on the cuffs. Helped a lot. Still a bit cracked. I ended up selling it on Mercari because it was too warm for me. I miss how bold it looked though.

What I loved

• History you can wear. People have stories when they see these.
• Big logos and bright color blocking. They turn simple jeans into a fit.
• Pockets that actually hold stuff.
• Twill versions are cozy on cool nights without getting sweaty.

What bugged me

• Snaps and zippers can be fussy on older ones.
• Some jackets carry old smoke smell. Airing out helps, but not always.
• Leather versions get hot fast and cost more to clean.
• Nylon can sound noisy. Swoosh, swoosh. You’ll hear yourself.

Fit notes in plain words

• Chase Authentics twill runs boxy. I wear a women’s M, and a men’s S still looks roomy.
• Jeff Hamilton leather sits wide in the shoulders. It’s built like a tank.
• Starter satin jackets feel truer to size but lighter, more like a windbreaker.
• If you want the “street” look, size up one. If you want clean lines, stay true.

Styling I liked:

• White tee, black jeans, Vans or Jordan 1s. Let the jacket shine.
• Hoodie under the twill on cold mornings. Go one size up for layering.
• Keep the rest simple. The jacket is the whole show.

Care and small repairs I tried

• Air out on a balcony for 24–48 hours. Sunshine (not too long) helps.
• For twill: spot clean with mild soap and cold water, then air dry flat.
• For leather: I used Bick 4. Light coat, soft cloth. No heat. No harsh stuff.
• Smoke smell trick: put a dryer sheet in each pocket overnight. Not perfect, but it helps.
• Snaps: cheap repair kit from Joann’s worked fine.
• Loose patch threads: I used a tiny stitch with black cotton thread. Small and neat.

Price check and where I hunted

• Flea markets: Rose Bowl, City-Wide in Austin. Bring cash.
• Online: eBay, Mercari, Depop, Grailed. Watch listings for a week to see prices drop.
  If you want one more bookmark, the blog at PDV Racing breaks down authentic motorsport apparel releases and where to snag them before prices spike.
• What I paid: $45 (Honda nylon), $95 (M&M’s twill), $120 (Jeff Gordon twill), $220 (leather Dale, later sold).
• Real vs fake: look for proper tags (Chase Authentics, Jeff Hamilton), clean embroidery, and solid hardware. If the colors look oddly dull or the patch edges are messy, I skip.

Who this fits (no pun)

• You want a loud piece without trying too hard.
• You love motorsports, or just like the vibe.
• You need a warm layer for fall games, car meets, or concerts.

Maybe skip if:

• You hate heavy coats.
• You want a silent jacket. Nylon swishes. It just does.

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Final call

I’m keeping the Jeff Gordon and the M&M’s. They make simple outfits feel fun. The Honda windbreaker stays my rainy-day grab. The leather Earnhardt? Gorgeous, but not worth me sweating through my shirt.

Would I buy another vintage racing jacket? Yes. But only twill or light nylon for my weather. If you want that bold look and a little history on your shoulders, go for one. Just check the snaps, take a good sniff, and bring a few bucks for minor fixes. It’s worth it.

I’m Kayla Sox, and yes, I actually strapped into a Bandolero racing car. Not once. Many times. I ran practice days at Lil’ Texas Motor Speedway and did race nights at Atlanta’s Thursday Thunder. I’ve also helped a couple of kids on my team get started, which means I’ve wrenched, loaded trailers, and cleaned rubber off noses after spins. So this isn’t a “from the stands” take. This is sweat-under-the-helmet real. For an even deeper dive into what it’s like behind the wheel, you can read this extended play-by-play of my very first Bandolero racing car outing.

Why I Chose a Bandolero (And Who It’s For)

Bandoleros are small, spec race cars built by U.S. Legend Cars. They’re meant for kids and teens, but yes, small adults can fit. I’m 5'4", and I fit fine with the seat set tight. These cars use a sealed Briggs & Stratton V-twin engine, a simple chain drive, and a full cage. Top speed depends on the track, but the first time I saw 60 mph on a tiny oval, I felt it in my teeth.

I picked a Bandolero because I wanted a real race car that didn’t require a full stack of cash or a full-time crew. Plus, the series is run almost everywhere—Charlotte, Atlanta, Vegas, Texas, little hometown ovals—you see the same basic rules and parts. That makes learning faster. And safer. (For newcomers, the sanctioning body notes that Bandos are essentially a stepping stone from karting to full-size cars, featuring left-foot braking and a centrifugal clutch that eliminates shifting—details you can read on the official series page.)

My First Start: Nerves, Noise, and a Twitchy Wheel

The very first time I fired it up, the engine had that deep lawn-tractor growl. Not fancy, but tough. I remember the smell of warm fuel and rubber. The steering felt quick, almost jumpy. In the pits, I kept reminding myself: small inputs, small inputs.

Rolling out, the clutch grabbed smooth. The car pushed a little in the center of the turn, then snapped loose off exit if I got greedy with my right foot. It’s funny—Bandos look cute. They don’t drive cute. They’ll bite if you’re sloppy. I learned fast to breathe, settle my hands, and trail brake a touch.

I chased the fast kids who have more laps than most of us have miles to the grocery store. On my second race night, I got shuffled high and kissed the marbles. Felt the right rear skate. Heart in my throat. Saved it, barely. You know what? That tiny save felt better than a win.

How It Actually Handles

• Turn-in: Quick. The front wakes up fast, so don’t yank the wheel.
• Mid-corner: If you enter too hot, it plows. Roll out early, let the nose set, then feed it throttle slow.
• Exit: This is where the magic is. Smooth feet matter. Too much gas and the rear steps out.
• Brakes: Enough to help rotate. Not a lot, but enough.
• Ride: Bumpy tracks will shake your fillings. But the chassis can take it.

I ran a short 1/5-mile and a 1/4-mile oval. With the right gear, the car zips. At Atlanta’s Legends oval, my best laps came when I stopped chasing speed and started chasing rhythm. Brake light. Coast. Throttle. Repeat. A steady heartbeat, really.

Setup That Helped Me

I’m not a wizard, but these tweaks made a big difference:

• Tire pressures: We started around 20–22 psi and worked up as the night cooled. Keep notes. Track by track.
• Stagger: A little right-side stagger helped the car turn and settle off exit.
• Toe: A touch of toe-out made the wheel feel calmer on entry.
• Chain tension: Check it every time. A loose chain will ruin your night.
• Oil: We changed oil after each weekend. Cheap insurance.
• Clutch shoes: If it starts slipping off the line, check those right away.

And yes, I keep a tiny notebook in my gear bag. Lap times, weather, pressures, and one-line notes like “too free off 2” or “tight center with traffic.” That notebook is gold.

Real Costs I Paid

I bought a used Bandolero from a local family. It wasn’t shiny. It was straight. That’s what matters. My spend looked like this:

• Used car: mid $5k range
• New belts and a seat pad: a couple hundred
• Spare chain and sprockets: not bad, but you’ll need them
• Tires: they last longer than you think if you don’t scrub them every session
• Entry fees and fuel: manageable, but it adds up across a season

I’ve seen new cars go for much more, but used is common and fine. After a bump at Texas, I replaced a front bumper and a spindle. Both were easy to swap. Parts are everywhere because the series is so popular. If you need a one-stop online shop for Bandolero parts, gear, or even a full turnkey car, I’ve had good luck browsing PDV Racing before heading to the track.

Safety Stuff I Won’t Skip

I wore a full-face helmet, a neck restraint, gloves, shoes, and a proper suit. Five-point belts stayed tight. Away from the track, I’ve broken down why a good, durable layer matters in my real-life take on a vintage racing jacket, another piece of gear I won’t head to the pits without. If you’re helping a young driver, coach them on belts and head-and-neck safety every single time. Make it a ritual. We also keep a small fire bottle in the pit box. I’ve never needed it. I sleep better knowing it’s there.

A Night I Won’t Forget

During a hot July race at Atlanta’s Thursday Thunder, I started mid-pack. The track felt slick at first, then came to me. About halfway, I found a lane low that rolled like butter. I passed two cars clean, then got stuck behind a purple Bando that checked up early in the turns. Lap after lap, same story. Finally, I lifted a hair sooner, turned under them on exit, and got the run. It wasn’t brave. It was patient. When I pulled into the pits, a dad from another team slapped my shoulder and said, “That was tidy.” I grinned like a kid who found five bucks.

What I Love

• It’s a real race car that teaches real race craft.
• Parts are easy to find and the rulebook keeps it fair.
• The engine is simple and strong if you treat it right.
• The community helps. Someone always has a spare bolt or a tip.
• Seat time. You get lots of laps on short ovals.

What Bugged Me

• The steering can feel nervous until you get used to it.
• Chains stretch. Check them or you’ll hear the worst clatter of your life.
• If you chase setup too far, you’ll chase your tail. Keep it simple.
• Heat. In summer, bring water, fans, and a towel for your face.

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Little Lessons I Learned the Hard Way

• Don’t run every practice. Save the tires for the race.
• Write down the gear ratio. You’ll forget. Trust me.
• Watch the fast car’s hands, not just the lap times.
• Clean the visor before every session. Smudges hide entry points.
• After a spin, breathe. Shake it off. Everyone spins.

Who Should Get One

• Kids and teens who want real seat time and a fair field.
• Parents who want a path that doesn’t eat the whole bank account.
• Adult coaches or small adults who want to learn oval craft and teach.
• Anyone who loves simple machines that reward smooth hands.

If you’re taller or want more power, a Legend car might fit better. If you only want track days with zero elbows, this might feel tight. Bandos race hard. It’s close quarters and paint gets traded sometimes.

Final Lap: Would I Keep Racing a

Here’s my quick plan so you know what’s coming:

• What I drove and where it fit
• Real pros and cons from track days
• How I bought used without getting burned
• A few small tips that saved me money

I’ve bought and sold four race karts in the last three years. I race most weekends when the weather’s kind. I’m not a factory driver. I’m a regular person with a torque wrench, a minivan, and way too many zip ties. And yes, I’ve paid my own money. So this is the stuff I wish someone told me when I first typed “racing karts for sale” and hoped for magic. If you’re searching too, a quick browse of PDV Racing will show you what clean, ready-to-run packages are actually going for right now.

The one that hooked me: Margay Ignite K3 (Briggs LO206)

My first “real” kart was a used Margay Ignite K3 with a Briggs LO206 engine. I paid $2,300 for a clean package from a local racer. We met at the track, I did a few laps, and I was sold. The frame is tough. The seat angle felt natural for my 5’6” self. It didn’t bite my ribs. I liked that. (For authoritative information on the Margay Ignite K3 with Briggs LO206 engine, you can refer to Margay Racing's official page.)

On track, it’s not the fastest thing. But it’s honest. The steering talks to you. If you turn in too hard, it tells you with a small scrub. If you mess up, you won’t spin every time. It’s the “learn and smile” kart. The LO206 engine sips fuel, starts easy, and lives a long life if you change the oil a lot. I ran Evinco Blues, and they lasted more than I expected. That felt like cheating, in a good way.

• What I loved: Cheap parts, easy setup, fair racing in spec classes.
• What bugged me: It tops out quick on big tracks. The chain guard rattled till I fixed it with a thicker washer.

Would I buy it again? For a first kart or a friendly club class—yes. It made me better without scaring me off.

The fast one that made me giggle: Tony Kart Racer 401 RR (IAME X30)

My second kart was a green Tony Kart 401 RR with an X30. I found a roller for $3,900 and added a known X30 for $2,500. Not cheap, I know. But the first lap? Wow. The steering felt like it was on rails. The chassis is very “OTK”: smooth, planted, and easy to read. It likes clean hands and small moves. If the Margay taught me, the Tony Kart sharpened me. (For detailed specifications and insights on the Tony Kart Racer 401 RR, consider this resource.)

This setup lives on feel. It rewards you when you’re calm. If you toss it around, it slides, and the tires get mad. I ran MG Yellows. They gripped hard but fell off fast when I over-drove. I had to learn tire pressure like it was a school quiz. It paid off.

• What I loved: Precise steering, strong mid-corner bite, big field support.
• What bugged me: Paint chips fast. Axle swaps and hubs get pricey. The X30 likes clean fuel and a careful warm-up, or it sulks.

Would I buy it again? If you want speed and you’re ready to wrench a bit—yes. It made me feel like a real racer, even when I wasn’t.

The “hold on tight” beast: CRG Road Rebel (KZ shifter)

I borrowed a CRG Road Rebel with a KZ engine for two weekends before buying one used for $6,800. I told myself it was a short fling. It wasn’t. This thing hits like a small hurricane. Six gears. Stiff frame. Big brakes that feel like you dropped an anchor. The first time I nailed a downshift, the kart and I both shouted. Well, I did. Out loud. In my helmet.

It’s not for lazy days. You work every lap. Your left foot gets strong. Your arms get tired. But the speed? It’s silly. It makes straights feel short. It also makes your to-do list longer: gearbox oil, chain care, and more checks before every session. Worth it, if you like work.

• What I loved: Brakes that save bad choices, tight build quality, wild speed.
• What bugged me: Costs stack fast. It punishes sloppy lines. Hot days made coolant temp a mini drama till I cleaned the radiator and aimed the shroud right.

Would I buy it again? For pure thrill—yes. For a chill Saturday—no. If you ever wonder how that leap compares to jumping into a purpose-built oval car, check out my firsthand account of driving a Bandolero here.

The push-button sweet spot: Birel ART RY30-S12 (Rotax Max)

I grabbed a Birel ART with a Rotax Max package because I wanted less fuss and more laps. Push-button start, steady power, and long service intervals sucked me in. It was a nice middle path. Less raw than the X30 near the top, but kinder to my wallet over a season. The chassis felt stable mid-corner, with gentle rotation on exit. It let me breathe.

I liked Rotax for winter too. Cold starts were simple. I kept a spare battery in a warm bag and felt like a pro. The only hiccup was bleeding the cooling system right. First time, I didn’t, and it ran hot. My bad.

• What I loved: Easy starts, steady maintenance, friendly power band.
• What bugged me: Needs a tidy cooling bleed. If you love razor edge throttle, you may miss the X30’s snap.

Would I buy it again? Absolutely. It’s a great “I want fast, but not chaos” choice.

Buying used without getting burned

I’ve done a few deals in parking lots and at tracks. Here’s what saved me real money:

• Bring a straight edge and lay it under the frame rails. Look for daylight. A little is normal. A lot means bent.
• Check the front kingpin holes. If they’re oval, the front end had a hard life.
• Spin the rear axle. It should run true. No wobble. No crunch.
• Look at the bottom of the frame rails. Flat spots mean curb kisses. Thick flat spots mean curb hugs.
• Ask for hours on the engine. Then look at the plug and clutch drum. The drum tells the truth.
• Sit in it. If the seat pinches or your ribs feel stabbed, you’ll hate your second session.
• Start it cold. Warm engines hide problems.

I also bring cash, a pen, and a small pump. Air up the tires. Do a quick lap if the seller allows. If they say no test, I slow down on price or walk away.

The small stuff that made it easier

• Transport: My kart fits in a Honda Odyssey with the seats out. Kart, stand, fuel, tools, and a cooler. Yes, it’s a vibe. Neighbors stare. It’s fine.
• Tires: MG Yellow, Evinco Blue, Vega Green… they all cost money. Budget a set per 2–4 race days on senior classes. LO206 tires can last longer.
• Tools: A torque wrench, chain breaker, and a tire gauge with a bleed button. Those three keep days smooth.
• Comfort: A rib vest is not a maybe. It’s a must. I learned that the hard way tapping curbs like they owed me money. And if you’re wondering whether a classic-style jacket holds up trackside, my real-life take on a vintage racing jacket breaks it down.

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Which one should you hunt for?

• First kart, want real racing and low costs? Margay Ignite K3 with LO206. It’s simple, fun, and there are spec classes at a lot of tracks in the U.S.
• Want speed and a big community? Tony Kart 401

Quick outline:

• Why I wanted a shifter and what I bought
• Setup and mounting drama
• How it feels in H-pattern and in sequential
• Real laps and real goofs
• Noise, comfort, and little tweaks
• What bugged me
• Who it fits and my verdict

Why I wanted this thing

I missed driving stick. I learned on a beat-up Civic with a wobbly shifter and a stubborn clutch. So I wanted that feel at home. I started cheap with the Logitech shifter. It was fine for a month, then it felt like a toy. My friend let me try a Thrustmaster TH8A. Better. But I kept thinking about that metal clunk and the switch between H and sequential on the Fanatec.

So I saved, watched sales, and grabbed the Fanatec ClubSport Shifter SQ v1.5. I’ve had it on my rig for eight months now. I use it three nights a week.
Those curious about every last spec—throw distance, weight, compatible wheel bases—can skim them on Fanatec’s official ClubSport Shifter SQ v1.5 product page.
If you’re looking to compare prices or specs before pulling the trigger, the roundup on PDV Racing is a handy place to start.
For a deeper breakdown of the unit’s guts and long-term quirks, PDV Racing also posted their own hands-on review of the Fanatec ClubSport Shifter SQ v1.5 that’s worth skimming.

Setup and mounting drama

Right away, I learned this: a strong shifter needs a strong mount. On day one, I clamped it to my old desk. The desk flexed. The gate felt mushy. I got mad at the desk, which felt silly.

I moved it to my Sim-Lab mount on 8020 aluminum. Two M8 bolts, thread locker, done. Night and day. Solid. When you slam third, the rig says, “Yep.” No wobble.

For PC, I used it by USB. Windows 11 saw it after I installed Fanatec’s driver.
If you hit a snag with firmware, calibration, or the quick switch from H-pattern to sequential, Fanatec also posts a clear, pictorial step-by-step setup guide for the ClubSport Shifter SQ v1.5 that walked me through every menu.
I set the H-pattern in the app, checked each gear, and tweaked the force with the little dials. The range is wide. I set H-pattern at “medium-firm” so I don’t over-shift when I get excited.

Feel, in plain words

H-pattern mode? Heavy, in a good way. The throw is not short, but it’s crisp. You can feel the wall. Second clicks in with a nice thunk. Fifth is a stretch, but still clean. Reverse needs a push down, so you won’t hit it by mistake.

Sequential mode is different. Pull to upshift, push to downshift. It’s fast and loud, like a stapler with muscles. It’s great for rally or GT cars that still like a stick.

The metal body stays cool. The shifter knob has that smooth finish. I swapped it once for a leather knob I had from my old car. It changed the sound and made downshifts easier for my small hands. Funny how a small knob can change the mood.

Real laps, real goofs

• iRacing at Lime Rock, Mazda MX-5 Cup: I missed a 3-to-2 downshift once. I braked late, yanked too hard, and hit 4th. The car drifted wide, and I kissed the grass. My fault. The gate was clear; my brain was not. After that, I slowed my hands, and the pace came to me.

• Assetto Corsa, NA Miata at Black Cat Short: Heel-toe felt natural with my clutch. Tap brake. Blip. Slot second. The shifter gave me that little snap I love. It kept me honest.

• Euro Truck Simulator 2: I tried a 12-speed with a splitter mod. It worked, but the gear count made my head spin late at night. Still, the sequential mode helped on hills. Pull-pull-pull. Satisfying.

• Dirt Rally 2.0, Subaru: I ran it in sequential with gloves on. The shifter felt like a small crowbar. Not subtle. But fun when the car is dancing.

The shifter even reminded me of the direct mechanical feel I get in real life when I’m out sampling used racing karts—something I wrote about in this deep dive into shopping for racing karts.

Noise, comfort, and little tweaks

It’s not quiet. In H-pattern, it’s a metal clack. In sequential, it’s a sharp smack. My partner called it “the midnight stapler.” I added a thin rubber washer under the mount, which trimmed the echo on the frame. Helped a bit.

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I also:

• Added a small dab of grease on the edges of the gate (Fanatec-safe, silicone-based).
• Tightened the force screw one notch after two months.
• Wrapped the knob once with tennis overgrip for a long truck run. Looked goofy. Worked great.

One more comfort tip: match shifter height to your elbow, not your lap. I raised mine 2 cm. My missed shifts dropped right away. Body angles matter more than they seem.

What bugged me

• The desk clamp wasn’t enough for me. It needs a sturdy mount.
• Stock cable is not very long. I had to reroute things.
• The click in sequential is loud. If you live with a light sleeper, that’s a thing.
• The detent between 5th and 6th sometimes felt smoother than I like. I fixed it by raising the force one tick.

Things I loved

• The switch between H and sequential is fast. No tools, just a flip.
• It’s heavy, so it doesn’t feel cheap. Metal on metal, in a nice way.
• It plays nice with mixed gear. I run a CSL DD wheel base and Invicta pedals. No fights.
• It made me a cleaner driver. Sounds cheesy, but it’s true. You can’t mash this thing and hope.

A quick word on other shifters I’ve used

• Logitech Driving Force Shifter: Great starter. Super light. Too light for me. Good for arcade feel or kids. Mine wore smooth fast.

• Thrustmaster TH8A: Solid body. Decent throw. Nice for the price, and the plate options are fun. It felt a bit softer on center than the Fanatec, but easier on the hands for long sessions.

Who it fits

• You like old-school cars, slow in-fast out kind of driving.
• You care about feel, and you don’t mind some noise.
• Your rig is sturdy, or you’ll make it sturdy.
• You want one shifter that can do H and sequential without drama.

If your taste skews toward lightweight machines like a Bandolero, you’ll appreciate how this shifter mimics the short, assertive throws I felt when I drove a Bandolero racing car for real.

If you need whisper quiet or you’re on a wobbly desk, I’d say wait or grab the TH8A first.

The verdict (and a tiny confession)

I bought this for the clunk, and I stayed for the focus it gave me. It’s not cheap, and it’s not gentle. But it’s honest. After eight months, I still smile when second gear locks in with that thunk. You know what? That small sound says, “You did it right.”

Would I buy it again? Yes. Though I still keep the TH8A around for long truck nights. My hands like a softer touch sometimes. Contradiction? Maybe. But that’s racing. You pick the tool that fits the moment.

I’m Kayla. I ride a lot. I also haul bikes a lot. So I bought the Fox Racing Tailgate Pad (Small) for my 2020 Toyota Tacoma. If you’re curious about the nitty-gritty specs, Fox lists them on its product page. I’ve been using it for months now. Rain, sun, gravel roads, school drop-off lanes—yep, all that.

You know what? It’s mostly great. But it’s not perfect. Let me explain.

Setup that didn’t make me swear (much)

I set it on the tailgate, fed the straps through, and buckled them. Took me about seven minutes the first time. Maybe five now. The pad is soft on the inside, so my paint didn’t get scratched. The outside feels tough enough for the usual bumps.

One tiny gripe: the buckles are metal, and they clink if you let them hang. I wrapped a little tape on each one. Problem solved.

Also, the pad had a new-gear smell on day one. It aired out after a day in the garage.

First real test: Bentonville, mud and laughs

We loaded three adult mountain bikes and one kids bike. I spaced the downtubes across the top of the pad and used the straps. I aimed the bars left-right-left so they wouldn’t kiss each other. A towel under my brake levers kept marks off the frames. (Little tip: foam pipe wrap on the top edge works too. Cheap and smart.)

We drove 90 minutes on the highway. About 70 mph most of the trip. The bikes didn’t bounce. No rubbing, no scary sounds. It rained hard on the way back. The pad got soaked but dried overnight on two bins in the garage. No funky smell after.

The camera flap thing

The Fox pad has a flap for the tailgate handle and camera. On my Tacoma, the camera sits right there. The flap opens fine, but at night it droops a little and blocks the top of the view. I used a tiny binder clip to hold it open. Super high-tech, I know. During the day it’s okay; at night, clip it.

Parking with bikes on? The camera view is kind of a mess anyway. I just peek around the bars and take it slow.

City errands, dirt roads, and one dumb mistake

• Saturday: grocery run with muddy bikes still on. No one at the store loved that. But the pad kept mud off the gate, so I loved it.
• Sunday: four miles of washboard road to a trail. The bikes wiggled a bit but stayed put. No chips on the paint.
• One dumb move: I forgot to strap one fork leg. Bike stayed on, but I learned my lesson. I now double-check each strap before I roll.

Wear and tear after months

• The big Fox logo scuffed a bit. Doesn’t affect how it works.
• Two strap ends started to fray. I cut them clean and melted the tips. All good.
• Color faded a touch after a hot week in July. Normal sun stuff.
• The inner liner still feels smooth. No sand trapped in it, which is nice.

How many bikes fit, really?

On my mid-size truck, three big mountain bikes fit great. Four works if one is a small frame or a kids bike. Five is pushing it for bar space. On a full-size truck with the Large pad, five is easy.

Watch your rotors and derailleurs when you load. Keep those parts clear of the tailgate edge. I put heavy bikes near the middle.

Quick compare with friends’ pads

• Yakima GateKeeper feels more structured and a bit cushier on the top rail. Heavier too.
• Race Face T2 has beefy straps and nice slots for the downtubes, but it’s pricier where I live.
• Fox is simple, light, and fast. Less fussy. I like that.

Need another opinion? The Loam Wolf put together a thorough long-term review that's well worth a read before you buy.

Before you pull the trigger, check out the comprehensive tailgate pad guide at PDV Racing for fresh reviews and the latest price drops.

Good stuff

• Fast to load bikes. Way faster than roof racks.
• No paint rub on my gate so far.
• Soft inner, tough outer. Works in rain and sun.
• Easy to store when not in use. I roll it up.

Not-so-good stuff

• Camera flap can block the view at night.
• Buckles can clink if they hang loose.
• Strap ends may fray with use.
• Fades a bit with summer sun.

Safety and security notes

The pad itself doesn’t lock. I run a cable lock through the frames and a bed tie-down when I grab coffee. It won’t stop a pro thief, but it slows “grab-and-go.” Don’t leave bikes on the truck overnight. That’s just asking for it.

Sizing and trucks

• Small: mid-size trucks like Tacoma, Ranger, Colorado.
• Large: full-size like F-150, Tundra, Silverado.

If your tailgate has a funky shape or a split design, test fit if you can.

Little tips I learned

• Stagger handlebars to stop bar-to-bar fights.
• Use a towel under levers on fancy paint jobs.
• Clip the camera flap if you back up at night a lot.
• Rinse the pad after beach trips. Salt is sneaky.
• Don’t crank the straps like a gorilla. Snug is enough.

Final say

I bought the Fox Racing Tailgate Pad to make bike days simple. It did that. It’s quick, it protects the gate, and it carries three to four bikes on my mid-size truck without drama. The camera flap bugged me at first, but the binder clip fix was easy.

Would I buy it again? Yes. For the price and speed, it earns a spot in my gear pile. If you want the cleanest camera view or fancy extras, you might want a pricier pad. But if you just want to toss bikes on and go ride, this one gets the job done—and honestly, that’s what I care about.

Off the trails, my gear-nerd curiosity sometimes drifts into lifestyle tech. For example, I recently compared a few “exclusive” dating apps to see if any are worth the hype for busy, adventure-loving professionals. My findings are summed up in this in-depth Luxy review that breaks down features, membership costs, and real-world success rates—handy if you’re curious whether a premium match-making platform can actually keep pace with an on-the-go life. If your road trips ever roll you through Nebraska and you’re keen to meet other adventure-loving adults once the bikes are racked for the night, the North Platte swingers directory is worth a glance—its up-to-date profiles, event invites, and private chat rooms make it easy to connect with local, like-minded couples without the guesswork.

When I’m not hauling bikes, I chase speed in other ways, too. I recently went kart shopping and even put a few to the test—my full verdict is in this hands-on racing kart guide. And if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to squeeze into a tiny Bandolero stock car, I got behind the wheel and shared the unfiltered story right here.

I live in hoodies. I wear them to the kart track at sunrise, in the garage with the socket set, and yes, on coffee runs when I look half-asleep. Racing hoodies are my sweet spot. Logos, stripes, and soft fleece—sign me up. (If you want the expanded test log and photos, I originally published the full breakdown on PDV Racing right here.)

For even more motorsport-inspired hoodies and gear, check out the curated selection at PDV Racing before you hit your next track day.

I tested three I own and wear a lot:

• Hoonigan Bolt Logo Pullover
• Alpinestars Ageless Fleece Hoodie
• PUMA BMW M Motorsport Street Hoodie

They look alike at first. They don’t feel alike at all. Let me explain.

The One I Grab on Cold Nights: Hoonigan Bolt Logo Hoodie

You know what? This one feels like a blanket with an attitude. Mine is black with the big bolt across the chest. The fleece is thick. Not stiff, just cozy-thick. I wore it to Cars & Coffee in Plano at 6:30 a.m. The air bit my nose, but I was fine. No shiver. I also used it while changing brake pads in my driveway. The sleeves pushed up and stayed put. Nice.

The print has held up better than I thought. After about 15 washes (cold, inside out), it has tiny cracks if you look close. Not bad. The kangaroo pocket is deep enough for my phone and a small socket set. Drawstrings are long, which I like. I chew on them when I’m stressed. Don’t judge me.

• What I liked: warm fleece, bold graphic, easy fit
• What bugged me: it sheds lint the first two washes; cuffs collect dust quick
• Fit notes: roomy; I wear a Medium for a relaxed fit
• Real wear: Thursday night grocery run in drizzle—hood kept shape and didn’t stick to my hair

The Sleek Track-Day Pick: Alpinestars Ageless Fleece Hoodie

This one is lighter and cleaner. Small chest logo. Soft hand feel. Almost silky on the inside. On a breezy morning at Dallas Karting Complex, I warmed up, stretched, and ran around timing laps without getting sweaty and sticky. It breathes. The sleeves run a touch long, which I love. No cold wrists when I’m holding the wheel or a torque wrench.

It’s not flashy. That’s the point. I wore it to a casual work call too. Camera on. Hoodie stayed flat at the shoulders, no bunching. Stitching is tidy. Kangaroo pocket is a bit shallow, so my keys sit sideways.

• What I liked: clean look, lighter weight, easy to move in
• What bugged me: pocket is small; the hood is thin on windy days
• Fit notes: true to size; slim through the torso
• Real wear: 20-minute jog to the coffee shop under 50°F—no cling, no itch

The Brand-Heavy Flex: PUMA BMW M Motorsport Street Hoodie

This one is the “hey, I watch races” hoodie. Color-block panels, small M stripes, and a rubber badge. It looks sharp in photos. I wore it at a Sunday F1 watch party, and three people asked where I got it. The fabric sits between the Hoonigan and the Alpinestars. Mid-weight. Smooth outside, cozy inside.

It runs a bit short at the waist. Not cropped, just… short. When I reached up to grab brake cleaner off a shelf, it flashed my belt. The print and patches have stayed clean through six washes. No peeling. The hood is structured, so it sits well on your head without that weird cone shape. If you’re eyeing outer layers to pair with a hoodie, my real-life take on a vintage racing jacket breaks down sizing, style, and durability.

• What I liked: stylish color blocks, neat logo work, crisp hood shape
• What bugged me: slightly short body; cuffs loosen after a long day
• Fit notes: if you’re tall, size up one
• Real wear: Friday stadium lights, kids’ soccer game—blocked wind better than it looks

Quick Care Notes That Saved My Graphics

• Wash cold, inside out. Always.
• Skip the dryer the first three washes. Then tumble low if you must.
• Don’t iron prints. I use a thin towel and steam around them if needed.
• Lint roller on cuffs before you head out. Trust me.

Sizing Cheat Sheet (From My Closet)

• Hoonigan Bolt Logo: relaxed, boxy. Medium feels cozy, Large feels streetwear baggy.
• Alpinestars Ageless: slim, long sleeves. Medium fits clean with a tee under it.
• PUMA BMW M Street: regular but shorter at the waist. I went Medium; kinda wish I had a Large.

Little Things I Noticed

• Hoodie drawstrings: Hoonigan’s are long and flat; easy to tie with gloves on.
• Pocket warmth: Alpinestars pocket warmed up fast, even with a metal key in there. Weird, but nice.
• Neck label itch: PUMA’s tag is soft. I’m sensitive to tags, so this stood out.

Which One Should You Get?

• Need warmth for cold pits, late shows, or long drives? Hoonigan.
• Want a light, clean hoodie you can wear on track and on Zoom? Alpinestars.
• Crave motorsport style for watch parties and game nights? PUMA BMW M.

Before you load up the truck for the next ride day, see how I secured my dirt bikes using the Fox Racing setup in this field test of the Fox Racing Tailgate Pad.

If you can swing two, pair Hoonigan (for cold) with Alpinestars (for daily). That’s my real setup. The PUMA is my “fun” hoodie when I want color and a bit of flex.

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Final Lap

I thought the loud hoodie would be my daily. Funny twist—I reach for the simple Alpinestars most. It moves with me. But on cold, windy nights, the Hoonigan is a comfort blanket with a burnout. And the PUMA? It’s my weekend photo hoodie. Looks fast even when I’m not.

Got questions on fit or fabric weight? Shoot me a note about your height, build, and where you wear it. I’ve probably spilled coffee on mine in that same spot.

I’m Kayla. I live in Charlotte, and I love cars. I test gadgets. I write about gear. But I also chase stories. And you know what? I finally went and checked out an underground race night here.

I didn’t go to show off. I went to see. To listen. To feel the mood. And to be real with you about it.

So… how did I end up there?

A friend texted me, then a friend of that friend sent a pin, then it moved again. That’s how these nights work. Quiet waves. No flyers. Just a time, a hint, and “bring cash for snacks.” I wore a hoodie and old sneakers. I tossed a small flashlight in my bag. Habit.

It was cool out. A clear sky. My coffee was still hot, rattling in the cup holder as I turned off a wide, empty road near some dark warehouses. You could hear the cars before you saw the crowd—deep rumble, sharp whistles, that fast tick-tick when an exhaust cools. Kinda like a drumline that forgot the beat.

The scene: loud, bright, and a little jumpy

Picture a handful of cars under streetlights. Shadows moving. Hood vents breathing like hot dogs on a grill. The smell? Gas, rubber, a hint of tire smoke, and someone’s cherry vape cloud trying to be cute.

I saw a red 350Z with a flake wrap that sparkled like glitter under a cheap lamp. A purple Civic with a front-mount intercooler and a turbo that sneezed every time the driver lifted. A matte black Camaro that looked angry on purpose. One guy had a Miata with mismatched wheels and a stuffed cow on the dash. It made me laugh. It also made me feel safe for half a second.

Cameras were out. Phones were up. A girl in a beanie checked coil packs with a tiny ratchet, calm and fast. A dude in a faded Panthers hoodie walked past with a torque wrench and a bag of Bojangles. It was silly and serious at the same time.

A race I still think about

Two cars lined up—Camaro and the Civic. Heads turned. Someone stepped out to flag the start. Everyone went quiet, like a church before the first note. Then—hands down. They launched. Hard. You could feel the shake in your ribs. The Civic got the jump. The Camaro clawed back. And for a breath, it was cool. I’ll admit that.

Then the Camaro’s rear end twitched. Not a lot. Just a wiggle. But it was there. My stomach dropped. A scooter’s tail light flashed at the far edge. Way out. Not close. Still, too close for me. The cars slowed. The crowd let out a sigh, like “okay, okay,” and the night kept going.

I don’t scare easy, but that wiggle stuck.

The people: more mixed than I expected

I saw college kids in clean sneakers. Older folks with sunburned necks and hands that looked like they knew engines better than math. A quiet photographer with a big lens and a smile that said “I’ve seen a lot.” A guy wearing hearing protection like he knew better. I liked that guy.

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There was respect in some corners. Folks picked up trash after a run. Nobody bothered my bag. Someone offered me a water when I coughed on the smoke. It wasn’t all wild. But it was still a crowd on a road that isn’t a track.

The good parts (and I mean this)

Cars bring people together. You can feel the love for craft here. I talked to a woman named Maya with a clean BRZ. She sanded her bumper herself after a scrape and told me she watched paint videos while eating cereal. She was gentle when she talked about body lines, like they were pets. That stuck with me.

Another guy let a kid sit in a WRX for a minute. The kid’s eyes went wide when the gauges lit up blue. Little moments like that? They’re sweet.

And yes, the sound and the rush are real. Your heart goes faster. Your foot taps. Your head tilts when a turbo spools and then chirps. That part grabs you.

But here’s what hit me hard

This isn’t safe. Not for drivers. Not for people standing by. Not for the nurse driving home after a night shift. It only takes one patch of dust, one late brake, one dog running out. Tickets happen. Worse things happen. Sirens did show up later, and people drifted off to cars. I didn’t see any mess, but the tension got sticky. I left too.

And I keep thinking about that scooter tail light.

If you’re curious (and want to keep your car, and your record)

There are better ways to get that same rush:

• zMAX Dragway has nights where you can line up, pay a small fee, and run your car safe and straight.
• Charlotte Motor Speedway hosts track events and “track nights.” You get rules, cones, and people who watch out for you.
• SCCA autocross days happen in lots. It’s cheap, low risk, and way more fun than it looks. They also run Track Night in America events at Charlotte Motor Speedway—sign up, show up, and let timing be your judge.
• Cars and Coffee meets around town are chill. You can show your build, chat, and leave with your bumper still attached.
• Prefer four wheels and low weight? Check out what happened when I shopped racing karts for sale and actually drove them—it’s a wallet-friendly way to scratch the speed itch.
• Thinking about a small stock-car style ride? My night in a Bandolero racing car shows how approachable—and rowdy—those pint-size rockets can be.

If you’re looking for more structured track-day tips and schedules, swing by PDV Racing for a quick primer before you suit up.

Same community. Same love. Less drama.

What I liked

• The craft: clean builds, smart fixes, people who know torque specs and still laugh about it.
• The energy: it’s a living room for car nerds, just on asphalt.
• The mix: quiet folks, loud engines, gentle help. Strangely kind.

What felt off

• The risk: too many variables, not enough safety.
• The setting: dark roads, random traffic, no barriers.
• The vibe when sirens show: my shoulders went tight, and I’m not even the one racing.

My take, plain and simple

I get why people go. The sound, the shine, the quick nods between strangers—it’s real. And I liked parts of it. But I wouldn’t go again. The risk beats the rush. I’d rather see these cars under bright lights, with a legit start line and a board that shows your time. I want folks to take their pride home and sleep.

Charlotte has a big heart for cars. You feel it on summer nights, when crank windows are down and you hear a little two-step in the distance. It’s part of the rhythm here, like BBQ smoke on a Sunday or a late Panthers game traffic jam. I’m not here to judge the people. I’m here to ask for a safer stage.

If you’re building something, keep building. If you want to race, there’s a lane for you with rules and numbers and a thumbs-up at the end. And if you’re just curious? Go to a legal meet first. Bring a folding chair. Bring earplugs. Bring cash for a biscuit.

You’ll still feel the rumble. You’ll still smile. You’ll still go home whole. And that, to me, is worth more than any win light on a dark road.

I race a little circle track car on Saturday nights. Nothing wild. Stock body, loud pipes, big smile. This year, I ran Bassett Racing wheels. The D-Hole steel ones, 15×8. I used a beadlock on the right rear, and non-beadlocks everywhere else. I’ve got 5 on 5 hubs, 5/8" studs, and 1" lug nuts. Simple and sturdy. Just my style.

I actually put these wheels through it at Sycamore Speedway in Illinois and Wilmot Raceway up in Wisconsin. Clay tracks. Ruts show up. Cushions get tall. And me? I clip stuff sometimes. Let me explain what worked, what didn’t, and the small mistakes I made while grinning anyway. Of course, circle tracks aren’t the only places I’ve had fun; I once climbed into a Bandolero car and shared the real story of that experience right here.

What I Ran and Why

• Wheels: Bassett D-Hole 15×8, black powder coat
• Backspacing: 3" RR, 4" LR, 5" fronts
• Tires: Hoosier G60-15 on my IMCA-style setup (weekly show, not touring)
• One Bassett beadlock on the right rear (held with the ring bolts), non-beadlock on the other three

If you want to dig deeper into the company’s lineup before choosing sizes and backspacing, Bassett Racing Wheels are renowned for their durability and performance in various racing disciplines, and their official website provides comprehensive information on their product offerings and technological advancements.

That mix fit my car and the tracks. The beadlock kept the tire on when I ran low pressure on the right rear during slick nights. I used 12 psi RR with the beadlock, and as low as 8 psi on the left rear. With non-beadlocks, I kept the fronts at 18–20 psi so the sidewalls stayed calm.

First Night Jitters… Then a Smile

Opening night at Sycamore was rough. The cushion had teeth. In turn two, I hit a rut and slapped the wall with the right rear. Hard enough to make my helmet tilt. I winced, checked my gauge after the yellow, and laughed. The tire still held air. The lip wasn’t folded. The powder coat chipped, sure, but the wheel didn’t go out of round. I finished the heat. That’s when I knew these wheels weren’t just pretty.

The Good Stuff

• They spin true out of the box.
  My fronts needed only 1–2 ounces to balance. I’ve had cheap steel wheels need a handful of weight. Not these.

• The beadlock ring bolts stayed tight.
  I put anti-seize on the threads and torqued them in a criss-cross pattern. I go to 18 ft-lb, check after hot laps, then again after the heat. They stayed put, even with mud packed in.

• They take a hit and keep shape.
  At Wilmot, I dropped my right rears into a rut trying a low line that I had no business trying. The wheel lip was fine. Did it fix my bad line? Nope. But it saved my rim.

• Easy to mount tires.
  I use soapy water and a ratchet strap trick. The Bassett bead seat grabs clean. I’ve mounted Hoosiers and American Racers on them. No drama. My teen cousin helped and didn’t swear once. That’s rare.

• Affordable spares.
  I carry two extra non-beadlocks and one spare ring. If I bend one, I’m not crying in the trailer.

The Not-So-Great

• The black powder coat chips and scratches fast.
  By week three, the right side looked “seasoned.” If you like showroom shine, prepare to repaint or live with scuffs.

• Ring bolts can rust.
  If you don’t use anti-seize or protected washers, they get crusty. I keep a small bag of extra bolts in the toolbox. Worth it.

• They can bend if you really yard-sale a rut.
  I had one front get a tiny wobble after a nasty push into a hole. I re-faced it on a simple stand with a dead blow hammer. Good enough for weekly shows, but not perfect anymore.

• A bit heavy compared to aluminum.
  Steel is steel. On slick tracks, that extra weight felt okay—kept the car planted. On short, tacky nights, it’s not the fastest feeling off the corner. Still, I’d take the strength.

Real Nights, Real Results

• Sycamore Heat 2, mid-June:
  I went low into turn three, got bumped, and the right rear kissed the inside berm. The beadlock kept the tire seated at 11 psi. I finished P3. Without the ring, that was a rim-only ride.

• Wilmot Feature, late July:
  Track took rubber. I left the 3" backspacing on the RR and wished I’d swapped to 4" for a calmer exit. The Bassett wheel didn’t care, but my right arm did. Lesson learned: the wheel holds up; set your car, not your jaw.

• Family Night, early August:
  My niece helped scrape mud off the ring. We re-torqued bolts after hot laps. One bolt was down a tiny bit. We fixed it fast. She said the ring looked like a waffle with syrup. She wasn’t wrong.

If the raw vibe of sanctioned events ever has you wondering what a less-formal scene feels like, you can check out my honest take on an underground race night in Charlotte.

After one of those road-trip weekends took us over to Sandusky Speedway in Ohio, the crew wanted a little post-race adventure that didn’t involve greasy spoon diners or another hotel lobby bar. If you ever find yourself in that same “we’ve-still-got-energy” mood near Cleveland, a surprisingly lively option is the local lifestyle community at North Olmsted Swingers—their listings lay out upcoming meet-ups, house parties, and verification steps so you can confidently connect with other open-minded folks and turn that extra horsepower in your veins into a memorable night off the track.

Bassett vs My Old Aeros

I’ve run Aero 52 Series too. The Aeros felt a touch lighter to me and spun nice. The Bassett felt tougher on the lip and truer out of the box. The Bassett beadlock ring seems beefier. It might be in my head, but the car felt calmer when the track got choppy. I’ll still run both if I need spares. But if I’m buying new, I reach for the Bassetts first.

For a detailed comparison between Bassett Racing Wheels and Aero 52 Series wheels, including user experiences and performance evaluations, this forum discussion offers valuable insights.

Tips That Saved Me Headaches

• Use anti-seize on beadlock ring bolts and re-torque after the first run.
• Keep a spare ring and a little bag of bolts. Mud eats hardware.
• If a wheel gets a small wobble, mark it with a paint pen. Use it on the rear, not the front.
• Check lug holes. If they start to egg out, retire the wheel. Don’t gamble.
• Mud plugs help a ton. I use plastic ones with thumb tabs—fast to yank in the pits.

Who Should Run Bassett?

Weekly dirt racers. Street Stocks, Hobby Stocks, Sport Mods—stuff like that. If you want a strong wheel that doesn’t cry when you bounce off a hole, this is your friend. If your rules allow aluminum and you’re chasing every tenth on slick bullrings, you may want lighter. Me? I like the safety and the price. And I don’t mind a few chips. They tell stories.

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My Bottom Line

Bassett Racing wheels gave me a simple thing: trust. I could enter hard, take a hit, and not panic about the rim. They aren’t perfect. The finish wears. The bolts need care. But the wheels are honest. They’re tough, straight, and fair on the wallet. If you're hunting for fresh Bassett rims or any dirt-track essentials, check out PDV Racing for solid pricing and fast shipping.

You know what? That’s all I wanted this season. A few clean laps, a few loud cheers, and hardware that can handle my mistakes. Bassett did that for me. I’m keeping them on for next

Quick roadmap:

• My favorite shirts and the stories behind them
• How they fit and feel (with tag notes)
• What I paid and where I found them
• Care tips that saved me from heartbreak
• The not-so-great stuff (fakes, smells, weird fits)
• A short buying guide if you’re new

My first love smelled like gas and popcorn

My first real vintage racing shirt was a 1992 Dale Earnhardt Goodwrench tee I found at a swap meet in Concord, NC. The black had faded to charcoal. The print was cracked just right. You know what? It felt like holding a memory. The tag said Screen Stars Best. Single stitch sleeves. Thin cotton. I wore it to a Saturday cars-and-coffee, and a man with a mustache told me he saw Dale at Rockingham. We talked for ten minutes and forgot our coffee. That shirt did that.
If you want an extended breakdown of what’s legit, what’s just for fun, and what to steer clear of when hunting these tees, you can dive into my full write-up here.

I still wear it with high-waist jeans and beat-up white sneakers. It breathes in summer and layers fine under a denim jacket in fall. The collar is a little wavy, but I kind of like that. It says, Hey, I’ve seen things.

The three shirts I keep reaching for

• 1994 Jeff Gordon “Rainbow Warriors” by Salem Sportswear: Heavy, boxy, and bright. The neon arcs pop even after all these years. Licensed line near the hem reads “1994 Hendrick Motorsports.” I wore it to a Daytona 500 watch party last year. A stranger traded me a vintage STP sticker for it. I said no, but we still laughed. The shirt weighs more than my other tees and sits wide on the shoulders. Feels like armor, but soft.

• 1997 Dale Earnhardt “The Intimidator” long sleeve by Chase Authentics: Flames kiss the sleeves. The cuffs are a touch loose now. I wore it to a Friday night dirt track in Asheboro and came home smelling like clay and fries. The print is thick plastisol, so I wash it inside out. It’s cozy for cool nights, and it looks mean under a black flannel.

• 1991 Camel Lotus bootleg from a Tokyo thrift shop: It’s a weird one. Poly-cotton blend. The yellow is a hair off from the real team color, and the fit is short and wide. But it is butter soft. The tag is blank. The print is a bit off-center. It still gets compliments, and I still grin. Is it “official”? No. Is it comfy? Oh yes.

Just as I’ll throw a flannel on top, I sometimes need a heavier outer layer for winter track days—my thoughts on slipping a vintage racing jacket over these tees live in this real-life review.

Bonus mention: A 2001 Daytona 500 tee I grabbed at a church sale for eight bucks. Nothing fancy, but the back graphic shows the track map. I wear it to the gym and to bed. Practical wins sometimes. Because I sweat in it during workouts, I’ve started paying more attention to how everything from laundry routines to herbal supplements can impact recovery and hormones; if you’ve ever wondered whether popular botanicals mess with your body’s balance, this breakdown on whether kratom lowers testosterone digs into the latest research and can help you decide if that pre-lift scoop is friend or foe.

Fit and feel: the little tag matters

Here’s the thing. The tag tells you a lot.

• Screen Stars Best: thin and drapey. Great for a light, broken-in feel.
• Hanes Beefy-T: heavier, holds shape, a bit boxy.
• Fruit of the Loom Best or Tultex: often a sweet middle ground. Not too heavy, not too flimsy.
• Single stitch sleeves and hem often mean older. Not always, but often. I check anyway.

My Earnhardt ‘92 (Screen Stars) hangs long and soft. My Salem Jeff Gordon sits wide and cropped at the waist. Different moods. Different days.

What I actually paid (and where)

I’m not shy about money, because it helps.

• 1992 Dale Earnhardt Goodwrench (Screen Stars Best): $65 at a Concord swap meet.
• 1994 Jeff Gordon (Salem Sportswear): $120 on Grailed after a week of haggling.
• 1997 Chase Authentics long sleeve: $45 at a local antique mall in Raleigh.
• 1991 Camel Lotus bootleg: 3,000 yen in Tokyo, near Shimokitazawa—about $27.
• 2001 Daytona 500 track tee: $8 at a church sale.

I’ve also found NASCAR tees in the Goodwill Outlet bins. If you’re patient, they show up. Estate sales near race towns? Gold. For an online hunt that feels almost as satisfying, check out PDV Racing where fresh drops of motorsport apparel land every week.

Care tips so you don’t cry later

• Wash cold, inside out.
• Skip the dryer. Hang dry. Yes, even when you’re tired.
• For smells, I soak in cold water with a splash of white vinegar, then rinse.
• Tiny holes? I use a fusible patch on the inside. It’s not perfect, but it stops tears from growing.
• If the print feels thick and rubbery, don’t scrub. Let it be.

If you want a deeper dive into laundering and storing vintage tees, I recommend this Guardian guide to caring for vintage T-shirts.

One more thing: sun fades fast. I don’t leave them in a car. Learned that the hard way.

Let’s talk fakes and reprints

Not every reprint is bad. Some are fun. But if you want the real era stuff, watch for:

• A license line with a year and team or sponsor. “1994 Hendrick Motorsports,” “Chase Authentics 1997,” things like that.
• Period-correct tags. Screen Stars, Fruit of the Loom Best, Hanes Beefy-T, Tultex. Newer tags on “old” graphics make me pause.
• Ink feel. True vintage often has plastisol that cracks in tiny islands, not giant flakes.
• Stitching. Single stitch can hint at age, but folks copy it now. So check the rest too.

If the print colors look too new or the black looks midnight deep with no fade, I slow down and ask more questions.

Style notes that just work

I like them with:

• Faded jeans and a leather belt
• Cargo skirt and Blundstones when it’s wet
• A soft flannel on top for fall
• Cut-off shorts and white socks in summer

Big graphic on the front? I’ll tuck the front a bit so the art sits right. A small tweak, big change.

And when the weather fully turns, I trade the tee for a cozy racing hoodie—after wearing three all fall, I broke down which ones actually work in this piece.

The good, the bad, the honest

What I love:

• The stories. People stop me. They talk about dads, road trips, first races.
• The comfort. Old cotton breathes and moves with you.
• The art. Bold blocks, wild color, goofy flames. It’s joyful.

What bugs me:

• Sizing is all over the place. Some sleeves hit the elbow. Some don’t.
• Smells and stains happen. Oil, smoke, mystery dust. You can fix most, not all.
• Prices can be silly. I walk away a lot, and that’s okay.

A short starter guide

• Start with late ‘90s to early ‘00s NASCAR tees. More common, still cool.
• Look for Salem Sportswear, Chase Authentics, or track event shirts.
• Check tag, license line, and print feel. Three checks; one choice.
• Set a budget and wait. The right shirt shows up. It always does.

Need an even broader primer on vintage sports tees? Check out BK Sportswear's guide to men’s vintage sports T-shirts for more pointers before you start hunting.

Why I keep wearing them

A man at a gas station saw my Jeff Gordon shirt and gave me a tiny No. 24 pin from his jacket. “Had this since ‘95,” he said. I said, “You sure?” He nodded. I still have it on my tote. That’s the thing with vintage racing shirts—they invite little moments like that. Warm, simple, human.

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I’ve worn Racing Club Black for the last three weeks. I wore it to work, to the grocery store, and even to my cousin’s backyard cookout. Quick note: I bought my bottle at a mall kiosk for about twenty-six bucks after tax. The guy tossed in a tiny sample too. Nice touch.

First Spray: Fast start, smooth ride

Here’s the thing. The first spray pops. I get bright lemon and a little bergamot. It’s fresh, like a clean shirt right out of the dryer. If you want a note-by-note breakdown, you can peek at this comprehensive product description from I-Scent that details every facet of the composition. If you geek out over throwback pit-lane tees, you’ll probably dig my field guide to vintage racing shirts. Then it warms up. I catch lavender and cardamom, with a tiny bit of sweet spice. After an hour, it turns woody. Think cedar and a soft amber base. Not smoky. Not heavy. More like a warm jacket in fall—a vibe that instantly reminded me of the vintage racing jacket I road-tested last month.

You know what? It reminds me of those modern “fresh but grown” colognes you see at bigger stores, just… cheaper and simpler.

Real life wear — not lab talk

• Monday at the office: I did four sprays—two on the neck, one on chest, one on the back of my sweater. By lunch, a coworker said, “You smell nice—kind of sporty.” It still lingered at 3 p.m., but close to the skin. On my sweater, I could smell it after work.
• Friday night bowling: Loud music, fried food, kids running around. It held up for about five hours. My friend Jordan asked the name, then laughed at “Racing Club Black.” He said it fit the neon lanes. He wasn’t wrong.
• Saturday cookout: I went light—three sprays—because barbecue smoke can kill a scent. It cut through for the first two hours. After the burgers, I could still pick up the amber and wood if I leaned in.
• School pickup line: One quick spray on my wrist. The scent felt clean, not too much. No one looked at me like I spilled cologne. That’s a win.
• Clothes check: I caught a whiff on my hoodie next morning. That’s the same hoodie featured in my marathon test of racing hoodies.

If you’d like a second opinion on how it behaves over a full day, you can read this in-depth review by Carl Thompson, who puts the scent through its paces in real-world scenarios.

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The bottle and sprayer — small things matter

The bottle is matte black with racing vibes. Kinda cool on a shelf. The cap clicks on tight. The sprayer is smooth and gives a fine mist—no weird spit. Batch code is stamped on the box bottom on mine. Little details like that make it feel less cheap, even though it is cheap. If the matte-black, pit-lane vibe hooks you, you might dig the motorsport gear at PDV Racing.

How long it lasts (on me)

• Skin: 4 to 6 hours, with the last two sitting close.
• Clothes: 7 to 8 hours, easy. I caught a whiff on my hoodie next morning.
• Heat: In warm weather, it gets brighter and louder for the first hour. In cold air, it turns cozy and a bit sweeter.

If you want a scent that fills a room, this isn’t it. It’s more like a steady lane, not a drag race.

When I’d wear it

• Workdays, class, errands
• Casual date night with pizza and a walk
• Family stuff where you want to smell good but not fancy
• Gym bag backup (one spray is enough)

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What it smells like (quick notes)

• Top: lemon, bergamot
• Mid: lavender, cardamom, a hint of soft spice
• Base: cedar, amber, light musk

Simple. Clean. A little warm.

Pros and cons — straight talk

Pros:

• Fresh, smooth, and easy to wear
• Good on clothes; solid for the price
• Sprayer is actually decent
• Plays nice in both warm and cool weather

Cons:

• Performance on skin could be better
• Not super unique; scent profile feels familiar
• Name sounds bold, but the smell is more safe and friendly

Spray tips (that worked for me)

• Four sprays for day: neck sides, chest, back of shirt
• Two sprays for close spaces: one wrist, dab to other wrist; one to chest
• Want more hold? Moisturize first. Unscented lotion helps the scent stick.

Who will like this

If you want a clean, no-fuss daily scent that doesn’t scream, this works. Teens, college students, busy parents—anyone who wants “fresh with a warm finish.” If you own louder colognes already, this fills the “easy reach” spot.

My final lap

Racing Club Black surprised me. It’s not a show-off. It’s not a collector piece. But it smells good, gets some nods, and doesn’t empty your wallet. I keep it by the door for quick sprays when I’m running late. Funny thing—sometimes that’s the bottle I grab most.

Score: 7.5/10
Would I buy it again? Yeah, as a handy daily driver.