Which I got into purely by accident when I was 17 - I was told by a boy I knew who worked as a leadout (the people who bring the dogs out for the post parade and put them in the starting box) that "a girl couldn't do it." I marched right over to the track, bullied them into hiring me and soon wound up in the kennels in charge of some 75 to 100 racing dogs.
I was a teenager in high school when I did this job. It was at an automobile salvage yard. They would dump a mountain of black and greasy engine parts in front of me and I would have to pick out the pistons and put them in a separate drum. I was told that Piston aluminum is the purest form of aluminum used and it was worth much more money than cast aluminum. I would go home every night covered from head to toe with black grease, that would not wash off no matter how much scrubbing I did.
over Thanksgiving Holiday in front of Beverly Wilshire Hotel. The kids faces were delighted and they tugged on me. Too cute! Peter Fonda was there at night and helped me down the stairs of the stage 'cause my head was too f'ing big and I could only see straight ahead.
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