Willamette Speedway: like Christine, the car culture refuses to die
April 12th, 2012The Willamette Speedway is a 1/3 mile clay dirt track in Lebanon, Oregon, in the county but right on the city boundary. It was first established in the 1960s before zoning, when Oregon was still the wild west and anything went. In that era the car culture ruled supreme. The interstate highway system was nearing completion. The U.S. still reigned as the world’s largest producer of oil – and U.S. oil production was still rising. The words “global warming” had not yet been uttered, except perhaps by a few prescient pairs of lips.
Things were soon to change. Oil production in the U.S. peaked in 1971. Linn County passed its first zoning ordinance in 1972, and in 1973 Oregon passed Senate Bill 100 and began to implement this country’s first statewide land use planning program.
In 1981, James Hansen published his first global temperature projection . . .
. . . a projection that has so far proved to be pretty darn good.

Since 2004 world oil production has remained within 5% of its peak despite historically high prices.
Now, almost 50 years later, Willamette Speedway wants to expand. As a nonconforming use, that should be pretty tough. A nonconforming use can be altered only if the alteration would have “no greater adverse impact to the neighborhood”.
The noise from the racetrack is bad enough. The roar of engines and the blaring of loudspeakers can be heard a dozen or more miles away, every weekend from late March to early October.
But the issues involve more than noise, which disturbs the tranquilly throughout the city and the countryside and must be insufferable for those who live close by. More than light from the towers lining the track. More than traffic on neighborhood streets.
The big issue is the continued celebration of the car culture. Driving as fast as you can around in a circle, going nowhere, burning precious fossil fuels, spewing greenhouse gas emissions in the process. Oil markets are global. The atmosphere doesn’t respect borders. Our neighborhood is bigger than Lebanon, bigger than Linn County. Our neighborhood is the world.
The time for indulgence of such foolishness is long past. Continued indulgence of such destructive profligacy is unconscionable. Like Christine, the car culture is a killer. And like Christine, that killer is refusing to die.
























