My memories of Rowley Park before we moved to the Barossa Valley. We lived at Croydon Park, then at Prospect, during 1956 and '57. My dad, Eddie White, was the mechanic at Jack Larritt's Golden Fleece service station at Torrens Road, Ovingham, and Jack owned racing car number ten, 'Old Smokey' which dad prepared for the track. My brother Gary and I, aged five and seven respectively in 1957, used to go to the track with dad every Friday night. We loved the polka music blaring out of the horn speakers all around the track, the smell of castor oil laced petrol, the taste of Chicko Rolls, the swell and the noise of the crowd, the yellow lights, the roar of the engines, the speed and the constant struggle for grip and sideways-arcing slide of the cars and bikes, the acrobatics of the riders and sidecar men, and the breathless, fearful excitement when somebody crashed. We were shaken coldly and bluntly when Brian Bennett fell from a sidecar and was run over on the fifteenth of November, 1957. He landed spreadeagled and hardly had time to move when a following bike collected him. He did not move at all and, young as we were, we knew he was dead. The closest we saw 'Old Smokey' get to winning was a respectable third. Dad took the family to the Barossa valley in 1958 and we never went to Rowley Park again, but we must have gone for about seventy race meetings in a row, and except for the night Brian Bennett died, enjoyed every night there.