Shaved ice stands that seem to outnumber the mosquitoes and 100-degree days aren’t what make Logan summers such a treat, not for me anyway. It’s the feeling of sunglasses resting on the bridge of my nose, necessitated by the bright white sunlight reflected from acres of chrome. It’s the distinctive smell of 112 octane racing fuel permeating the air. It’s the sound of whining gears, screeching tires, melodic exhaust notes and 400 horses pounding out their sweet beat. It’s the Cruise In. In it’s 27th year, the Cache Valley Cruise In, originally called Logan’s Run, has grown to become the...
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