Gee, funny you should say such a thing. Last weekend Intermountain Vintage
Racing had a drivers school weekend out at Wendover, Utah. At one point I
was standing by the side of the Enola Gay hangar, watching the open wheel cars
strut their stuff. Bob Allred in a Crossle Formula Ford came down the front
straight at full chat heading into the front kink, and as he zipped by me I
had a fleeting flashback.
Years ago, one of the salesman who called upon the company where my father
worked lived in Indianapolis, a few blocks from the track. He and my dad
were buddies, and our family often traveled from South Bend down to Indy for
the qualifying weekends. I vaguely recall early to mid sixties, as the A. J.
Watson Roadsters and such were pushed into the history books by the up and
coming rear engined cars.
So there I was a week ago, standing around at an old Air Force facility in
the western desert as a Formula Ford went by. And for an extremely brief but
very succinct moment I heard Jim Clark in a little green Lotus accelerating
out of turn 4 and across a yard of bricks.
mjb.
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