09/09/2026
Classic Weekend and the finale to our season has come and gone, and while it wasn’t the finish we were racing toward, we’re still grateful for the chance to be part of it.
Friday practice had us chasing the car from the start. We couldn’t find the speed we needed, and she was incredibly loose. After time trialing 12th out of 26 cars, we unloaded back at the garage and tore her apart Saturday morning. We knew we had a better car than what we had shown, and we were determined to get to the bottom of it.
We found a few things we were certain had been steering us in the wrong direction, so we unloaded Sunday morning confident that we finally had our car back underneath us. Unfortunately, racing had other plans. After talking with several drivers—both in our class and others—it sounded like many of us were fighting the same uphill battle with the tires.
After 60 long laps, we crossed the line exactly where we started: 12th. Of course, we wanted more from our Classic, but after a season filled with wrecks, repairs, and more twists and turns than the Speedway itself, we’re incredibly thankful to have the car home and in one piece.
This season has tested us in just about every way possible. Because of that, we’ve made the difficult decision to hang up the helmet for the year and sit out the John Burr Classic/ Ray Hedger Memorial Weekend at Evans Mills. That decision hurts—Evans Mills is one of our favorite places—but right now, it’s time to pump the brakes, tear the car apart, and go through her from nose to tail.
This may not be where we pictured the checkered flag falling on our season, but we aren’t giving up. Sometimes you have to pull into the pits, regroup, and make the changes needed to come back faster and stronger.
For now, the 62 is officially tucked away for her winter hibernation. She has plenty of work ahead of her, but we know she’ll be more than ready—and excited—to show her face again when spring rolls around.
Thank you to our crew for refusing to quit, our sponsors for staying in our corner, and every friend, family member, and fan who supported the 62 through every high, low, wreck, repair, and comeback this season. Your support kept us fueled when we felt like we were running on empty.
The helmet may be hanging up for now, but the race is far from over. We’ll see you in the spring.