AKA LLOYDY OR DAD
A farmer thru and thru, Lloyd grew up in the same small town where Sproule Agro is and all of the Sproule’s were born and raised: beautiful Pincher Creek, Alberta, Canada. His father, Winston Sproule started the family farm in 1949 where they farmed mostly barley crops and fed a few cattle. Naturally, Lloydy has been a farmer his whole life. A new location was built just down the hill of the main homestead in 1976. This would come to be the home of all the Sproule children growing up and still to this day is referred to as “home” by the whole lot of us. After gradual expansion over the last 65 or so years, there is now 30,000 acres of farm land (both owned and rented) and feedlot locations with the capacity to feed 18,000 head of cattle… and you all wonder why our main sponsor is “Eat Beef”…. There have been many changes and additions over the years; obviously his four pride and joys horrible children, so many tractors it would make any California city slicker’s head spin, enough cows to feed a country and even a Hutterite Colony (Google that shit), complete with greenhouse, woodshop (one of Angie’s talents, surprise, surprise!) and a Church (cue video of a couple Sproule girls stealing church pews with whiskeys firmly in hand…)!
In terms of Lloyd’s racing career… there are many of stories that could be told by any one of the Sproule children… It likely all started for a love for speed from an early age. There isn’t a person around home that hasn’t heard the recording of Lloydy doing a burnout out of the yard in his ’70 Chevelle, at the ripe old age of 19, with his Grandma Rhea squealing in the car… Of course, the burnout is still a constant tradition in the family… Mastro’s valet burnout anyone? Likely because of this need for speed, we were placed on the back of a motorcycle from an extremely young age… Angie even found her 50cc KTM in the back of a cattle liner when she was 5. One of the most well known stories of Lloyd’s teaching techniques, which we are still reminded of to this date, involve Lloydy placing his hands in front of him like they are on motorbike handlebars. He then motions his wrist in an up and down fashion while demonstrating that down is “wwwwwwwin” and up is “looooose”. And repeating over and over. Next time you see him, ask him for a demonstration, then, picture the four naughty Sproule children being told this whilst barely out of sippy cups. Obviously, there isn’t one of us that didn’t need a governor on our bikes to avoid smashing ourselves into a wall/building/rock due to the deadly combination of wrist lock and the power band… In addition to speed, the driving teachings of Lloydy are to be rivaled by none. I come to recall that it took Vanessa some 7 tries to pass her Learners License (written test) at the age of 14…. Regardless, we all passed our actual “driving” test with flying colors on the first try. Thanks of course to the practicing of parallel parking with the ride on lawnmower and the independent driving of old farm vehicles as long as our legs could reach the pedals (ish) and we didn’t sail into any buildings or people.
To this day, Lloydy is an outlaw behind the wheel. In a trophy truck at the age of 39 (HA. ish…), he can hang with the big boys and makes us all stop in our tracks and watch in amazement at the genetics we hope to possess to be straight bad ass.