I called myself a
“PIT RAT”
Everyone in the pits was one, in some way or another. I was too, even piloting the Porsche 962 at 100-190mph. If someone else needed help, I pitched in and helped get it done. I swept concrete floors, cleaned tools, emptied garbage, when I wasn’t testing tires. Those were fun times.
I just wish I’d had an extra $40-50,000 to get my Class A License, to drive in competition. ‘Twas not to be.