Jay Kempf's demonstration on checking the belt tension was excellent and, if it were a fair world, would have been sufficient for me to deduct the entire trip as an educational expense. They brought in the finest barbecue you could ask for. Come to think of it, meals are seldom dull in North Carolina. During our private show, we had three British visitors and one American. You cannot help but smile at a Cobra, and the driver, too, seemed to quite enjoy pulling his Snake through the Sharks.
Predatory cars have respect for one another.
Second and third were a pair of Austin-Healeys. Healey Number One, a red car, was on loan from a cousin because the fellow's XK140 was being restored. The couple stopped to chat briefly and seemed impressed by our turnout. Last, a classic red Mustang drove through, twice, but didn't stop to soak it in. Midafternoon we lined up all 57 928s on a quarter-mile oval track.