Back in June, I went to jolly old England for two weeks to visit a good friend. While waiting for a train at the grand Victoria Station, I saw many Londoners dressed to the nines in exquisite suits, flowing dresses and large, colorful hats. They looked like they had just left the royal wedding. When I asked my friend, Karl, about their outfits, he told me matter-of-factly that it was clear they were returning from the racetracks. In England, going to the track is just another excuse to get dolled up.
Last week, Karl came to Philadelphia, so like any good friend, I took him down to the track in Chester for his first ever experience with harness racing. (Americans are far more casual, so we left the silk suits back in the closet.) When we got to Harrah's, and walked out onto the grandstand, with the amazing view of the racing oval, and the rolling Delaware River directly behind it, his eyes immediately lit up like a kid's in a candy store.
“In the UK, the racetrack is just a track. Here, the emphasis is on the fun,” said Karl. “It feels more like a sports bar with a track connected to it than just a simple racetrack.”
I had explained to him about the concept of harness racing, and he looked completely baffled. In England, there are horse races that involve the animals jumping over either hurdles or fences. This is called National Hunt racing, and is similar to American steeplechases. Karl knew about National Hunt racing, but didn’t know anything about harness racing.
Karl, Carey, Holly enjoying the scene
With program in hand, I explained how the odds system worked over here and Karl decided to bet on two horses in two different races. He wasn’t familiar with the touch screen betting system, so he asked one of the seasoned paramutuel clerks for help. (Who needs touch-screen when there are really good humans there?) After our bets were placed, we took a seat down front and close to the rail. The first post time was upon us, and the horses were already lined up and trotting behind the moving starting gate. Once the gate lifted, the horses took off. Karl had bet on the number two horse to show. That's a pretty easy first bet, and it means if the horse finishes either first, second or third, he wins some money.
Old Number Two kept a steady pace during the first three quarters of the race. And as he started to pick things up near the finish, Karl and I started feeling that unique goosebump excitement of a roarin' final stretch.
“Go baby, go! Dig in!” He suavely yelled in his proper British accent.
Number Two finished a strong second and Karl was grinning from ear to ear. “I have never seen harness racing before,” smiled Karl. “Nor a rolling start. The American tracks seem a lot more relaxed than the British ones. Over here, they just want people to have a good time.”

In the second race, Karl bet on the number seven horse, and predicted he'd finish second. (That's called a "place" bet, and you win if your horse comes in first or second.) Number Seven was a beautiful large bay named Unabating and he was wearing the cutest pink silks. (Karl didn't seem as impressed with the silks as was I.)
Yes, another exhilarating race, and when Unabating rolled across the finish line first, Karl had doubled his earnings. That was high-note enough for us, and we decided the appropriate thing to do with Karl's winnings was to invest most of them at the great sports bar overlooking the track.
“I learned a lot today,” said Karl, between sips of his winning lager. “And I also like how laid back American horseracing is. Look at me in my jeans and t-shirt!”
Stephanie Weaver is one of our loyal and intrepid TrackPackPA field correspondents. Peel your eye for her at Harrah’s Chester or Parx racetracks, as she's well known to frequent both in her never-ending quest to learn more about life at the track. She’s usually armed (with a drink) and dangerously funny. (And fellas, she's easy on the eye, too.)