We weren’t racing, but at one point, the National hit 65 red-hot mph in pursuit of another National that had actually run in the first Indy 500 (winning average speed: 74.6 mph). Right after we passed them, I nailed an inside curb hard enough to launch the left front wheel in the air. My friend John Lacey swore he saw both the front and back of the wheel at the same time. Back in the paddock, we tugged on it. It seemed OK, you know, for wood.

I’m hoping Blain calls again. I’m pretty sure I can shave another minute or two off my lap times. Not that I was racing.
Brandan Gillogly