I've been to the Glen many, many times for camping and hiking (awesome gorge). I went to the track a couple of times back in the 70's with my Dad. My next door neighbor was a volunteer fireman, and he always worked a classic-car race that had 'volunteer-fireman-volunteer-officials' ("hey kid, get back from the fence..."). Well, we got some sort of 'volunteer-fireman-volunteer-official guest passes' for about $5 each, which I believe were essentially worthless. Except that nobody actually knew what they were, but they sure looked official. My Dad, being a self-employed businessman all his life sure can talk the smooth talk. With his magic, these passes not only got us into the race, but up in some pit-row, right-on-the-starting-line top-shelf seats. And after the race, we got back into the pits and just wandered around. I remember drooling over the Ferrari's and helped push the Jaguar team cars into the semi-trailer. Great memories, now I'll have to call Dad and reminisce some.