by waaytoomuchintothis » Thu Aug 28, 2014 7:19 pm
I'm pretty boring by comparison to everyone here. I drove only on warmup laps, no faster than 45mph, by the rules. I was bashed by a smartass in an E-type, and sailed into the infield, stopping just short of a spot where a bunch of guys had just leapt out of my path. The smartass was 17, the son of a competing team, and he singled me out for as much abuse as he could the whole summer (I was younger and smaller). When he banged me off the track, his father wasn't watching, and it was a week later I heard that when he was told what happened (he had spent a lot of time beating the fender back into shape and repainting), he fired his own son and barred him from being anyplace the car was, including their home garage. I almost felt sorry for the jerk.