He had them cryptically written down in an old spiral bound notebook. Whiskers got the tubing bent and fitted and later that day Joey Allen came in to weld it up. By Wednesday it was painted and Friday nite we ran the car at Williams Grove, four and a half days, tubing to track. Frankie came across the track and out to the wall and pinched my front end into the fence. The car climbed the back stretch fence, the black sky was all I could see.
Engine sounds racing then idling as the car pounded while backgrounds blurred by.
I tucked and pulled hard on the wheel. I could envision the car cart-wheeling down the track flying high through the air between crashes to the ground, one of those never ending series of spinning flips and impacts. The car stopped and was lying on its side, surprisingly not far from where it caught the wall. I climbed from the car surprised that I hadn t gone the whole length of the backstretch. Wing torn off, tank over there, front axle gone, wheels gone, hood gone , it was a real mess.