yup, i can only describe it as a visceral feeling inside when the pack went by for the start that shook yer guts and almost blurred yer vision those definitely were the days
saw those boys at Mid-Ohio in the day
494 aluminum rat motor
bad-ass equipment
yup, i can only describe it as a visceral feeling inside when the pack went by for the start that shook yer guts and almost blurred yer vision those definitely were the days
Ahhh, we musta been like ships in the night. M.O. was my hangout between 64 and 71, when two of the finest road racing series in America were born. The ARRC turned into the outlandish CanAm run whut ya brung fest and the TransAm which was the acid dipped factory backed bad ass pony cars.
Were you the guy that missed the mud pit jump on the mini bike and ended up face down in three feet of muck chuggin down a Stroh’s?
I refuse to answer any questions about those events in Ohio, some of which I truly cannot remember.
I have lived since 71 in the home of the Chaparral and have sat in them before they were restored and are now on display in the Petroleum Museum.