The  bike I am riding USCRA and AHRMA now is almost a replica of that bike. Great times! "
- Alan Perry

"I found this website about Bridgehampton road racing while just
surfing around one day. It's nice that some history of the track
still attracts some interest. As a member of the AAMRR, I raced at
the Bridge a few times from 1978 to about 1981 on my 1978 Yamaha
XS500E running number 571 or 516. A few fond memories for sure as I
got my first win there in the rain in 1979 as a novice, and still
have my trophy to prove it!"
-Steve Kouzoujian

"I raced the Bridge in the early 70's on grand prix motorcycles, had a ball, it was my favorite track.   The Bridge was a real big-time professional track, wide, with all kinds of corners, many blind, great elevation changes.  Once went there on a friday,  preliminary to a weekend of racing and 'rented' the track for about $50 for the afternoon.  No corner workers, no medical, but we were young and carefree but had enough brains not to overcook things and tempt fate.  Never got a chance to drive the Porsches I later tracked for fun there, surely wish I had."
-Bill McCulley

"I had a pretty powerful experience when my wife and son decided to go to the south fork for the first time since he was born. I was hoping if the old Bridgehampton Race Circuit sign was still up that I could get a picture there with him. What we got was much more.

I've told my son a lot about the place, and was disappointed to see the sign is down and the entrance road is just a load of weeds growing through the concrete. I asked my wife to continue down Millstone, hoping maybe my son could get a glimpse of the downhill through the winter trees. Then I saw a small sign on the right with a checkered flag and we went in. There we were driving up the downhill and under The Bridge. We took it all the way to the end of the straight, the whole time with me telling my son where the pits were, the scoring tower, etc. As we drove back in the normal direction of the circuit, a UPS truck passed us...it was absolutely surreal. I took pictures of us by the Bridge, still with the Chevron Gasoline sign on it. As we left I told my wife had we done nothing else out east, that would have made it worthwhile. It was so special just to be there again, and to be there with my boy.

Afterwards, I couldn't get over what had happened. I told my wife it was kind of like closure for me. I was thrilled and sad at the same time. Then my son chimed in from the back seat and said "Well Dad, it's kind of like when I make a sand castle. I take all that time working on it, and then the tide just comes in and washes it away. That's just how things are." My wife and I looked at each other, stunned at such a profound comment from our boy who turns 7 in a week." - William Tynan

"Well Dad; it's kind of like when I make a sand castle. I take all that time working on it, and then the tide just comes in and washes it away. That's just how things are."

"Sad that the 'Bridge went under. I n  my humble opinion, the greatest spectacle in racing was the start of B Production race, watching a dozen Corvettes coming down the hill 3 abreast- all waiting for the other guy to lift before the right hander at the bottom- THOSE WERE THE DAYS!"
-Dan Chapman

"I can't believe I found your site.  My father, along with Steve Ross, used to run the AAMRR races at Bridgehampton.  I have a lot of fond memories of that place.  Memories that started out when I was a young child, getting my father's helmet to corner working and eventually racing an RS 125 at the bridge. 

"I just happened upon your website this evening. Thanks so much for preserving some of the memories of a TERRRIFIC place. Growing up in NYC in the 60’s and early 70’s – The Bridge and Lime Rock were my haunts and I was fortunate to have spectated and pit crewed at the great events such as the early Trans-Am,Can-Am, and the heyday of SCCA. Later- I participated (B Sedan) in LISCA/EMRA,and SSSCCBDS Solo events with great success. I too got to experience the Big Cojones required to keep your foot in it at the end of the main straight.

I was fortunate to have visited many major tracks around the country and even in Europe but the ‘Bridge was special.

I started going to the Bridge for the racing- Trans-Am, Can-Am, and SCCA in 1968 at age 16. For the ’68 Trans-Am- my 2 friends and I drove out in my first car - Sunbeam Imp- which we decided to drive around the infield on Saturday night. Somewhere near the Kromm Overlook- we got hopelessly mired in the sand and unfortunately I wasted the clutch attempting to drive out. We abandoned the car there as I didn’t have enough money then to tow it out and get it fixed so end of car. We watched Donohue win the next day standing on its roof to the amazement of the people around us who must have thought we were a bunch of hoodlums.

This is TOP SECRET (of course!)- In 1969 ( I was 17), my friend and I snuck into the pits and got to be “gophers” for the Canadian Mo Carter running a Camaro- they were pitted next to Jerry Titus as we got to strike up a brief friendship that weekend with Jerry’s son, Rick.

The next year , 1970- I was the helper for Al Cosentino on his FIAT–Abarth Berlina Corsa driven by Craig Fisher. I helped him swap the engine in the pits, just getting it done in time for the race. Fisher didn’t last long though. We also were friends with a couple of the mechanics on the Bavarian Auto Sales BMW 2002Ti driven by Peter Shuster so got to hang around with them.

These were great times as the crews would hang around the pits until dusk or later working on the cars, mostly drinking beer etc and they were all very friendly especially to a couple of enthusiastic teenagers. All very informal –even with the factory teams-unlike today.

When I started doing solo event- I held the time trial lap record for my class ( B sedan)at 2:12.07. Bear in mind that this was in an OPEL of all things, on COLD street tires (Pirelli 1985/70-13’s), COLD brakes, and from a standing start- right before the Lowenbrau bridge. This was also with NO roll bar- only a helmet- not many professionals would be that foolish to try that (what did I know..). I still have all my trophies.

You might note that one of the other difficult places on the circuit was the left hander preceding the hairpin. It was pretty easy to overcook that turn and wind up on the sand on the right which –if you got sideways- over you went. I went off there but managed to keep it straight but I’m sure I was airborne for ½ the time as the ground was not exactly smooth- more like a motocross track. I watched my friend Lloyd Washington, in a B sedan Datsun 510 screw that turn up- went off to the right and got sideways – but instead of rolling- somehow shot across the track and wound up on the left where he went up the embankment and THEN rolled. I had my father with me for his first race and he was agast.

By the way- did you know that lore has it that Bob Sharp- great Datsun racer that he was- stopped racing at the Bridge after a while due to the turn 2…."

You got me started- great memories

- Mike Patlin
Thousand Oaks, CA

"Believe it or not, my son and I just visited the track and climbed up onto the Chevron Bridge. What a beautiful track Bridgehampton must have been. I like golf, but the race circuit must have been better. Thanks"

- John Foley
Evanston, IL

"My first trip to Bridgehampton was the end of my senior year in High School. Until that trip my only contact with motor sports was watching the stock cars and quarter midgets run at the old Freeport Stadium on a eighth of a mile oval. Of course needless to say there was always ABC Wide world of Sports for Indianapolis and Formula One. Years later I was surprised to read that Mario Andretti as well as Dan Gurney had raced at Freeport. Moving on to College at the Long Island University campus at Southampton made getting to the Bridge on race weekends a 15 minute run in my MGA. What I remember most is the glorious sounds as you waited in the inevitable log jam on Scuttle hole road. The cars were on the track practicing….thunder echoing across as they accelerated up through the gears on the long front straight and the staccato of the downshifts going into turn one…heady stuff for a 19 year old….my MGA never forgave me for the way I hammered through the gears heading back to the campus at days end. The weekend of the Vanderbilt Cup Race in 1965 my dorm buddies and I set off early to get get as much track time as we could. A Pit stop at Sip&Soda in Southampton for eggs and coffee and on the road east. You couldn't miss Ridgeleys Steak House ( It was where the teams would register and there was always something exotic on a trailer near by. As students we were always somewhat short of cash and volunteered when we got to the gate. As luck would have it we were pressed into service taking tickets and directing traffic to the various parking areas. We were hoping just to get in for free but shazaam! We were given participants passes which allowed us unlimited access for the day. Of course you had to sign a waiver against any sort of horror which might befall you whilst nosing about on pit lane…..but 19 year olds don’t spend much time pondering mortality. My older brother had driven out from Baldwin and met us at the gate. He had brought along his brand new Minolta 8 mm movie camera hoping to get some race footage……and this is how I got my “Steven Spielberg “moment filming Jim Hall and Roger Penske in the Chaparral pit area…..Handy item that participant pass! As it turned out Jim Hall was quite a friendly guy and we spoke for a while about his cars. I remember asking why the trans-axel of his car was always covered with a tarp when the engine cover was removed to which he just smiled and said

“ We’re trying something different this weekend and we would like to keep it a surprise.” The Chaparrals ran away with the race that day passing 427 Cobras with ease and cruised to a one-two finish in their East Coast debut. The films shot that day, as well as footage from other events in the sixties have been posted on YouTubeand there is a LINK here on the site if you would like to take a trip back in time when the ECHO coming from echo valley was sweet music indeed!" - Jeff Payne New York

A flagger's memories
"My first weekend flagging was at The Bridge. I was in Thunder Alley, station 5 & 5A. It was in the Spring, 1977, at a NYR event.

I remember during an SCCA event, the folks at station 4 were making fun of a car with flames ...that car ended up ON their station! Almost took out a whole family. That started a tradition of not putting more than one brother together on any corner that lasted for many, many years! My fastest lap was in a Ferrari BB something or other. Its licence plate said "its fast" . I was the passenger . We did a few laps, and the last time down the front straight, he was going over 150 MPH as we went past the starter's stand. They said my smile got out first...

I flagged there for many years, stayed with the rest of the workers at the local home of a good friend of the track, Many many good memories!

Thanks for the website!"

- Diane (Seum) Case