A great website .. but I remember earlier years around 1954. I was still at school and would catch the bus up the Port Road and then walk along Coglin Street and the traffic was bumper to bumper. One night "Joe Blow" towing his speedcar pulled up and offered me a lift. I was so excited I don't think my feet touched the ground all night. We would stand up against the safety fence at the south eastern end and get showered in mud. But I can't believe we used to slip out between the rails of the fence out onto the track while the race was still running to snatch the goggles the riders and drivers would flick off when they became covered in mud. We'd wait till they went passed and then run out and back before they came around again! They were the days before "health & safety" made life boring. The hot dogs there were to die for and I think I had my first Chicko Roll at Rowley Park. Later in life I got the chance to drive a hot rod in a celebrity Demolition Derby a couple of times and then went there with an ambulance for St.John. What a hoot being out in the centre I've been to Murray Bridge ... but nothing compares with Rowley Park. Does anyone remember that song they used to play while the water truck went around ? It went .."woop" in the middle and the whole crowd would go "woop" when it came up.