My buddy i grew up with bought into a partnership with BASH speed shops ( a local hi-performance shop) He was their driver, he hit the wall doing 90 and the safety harness gave him a 4" welt from his waist to his shoulder. We never did get to race our car, the car itself was not up to the new safety standards. Shame, my brother knows with his auto skills and my driving skills " we coulda been a contenda!" I would of loved the DIRT, nothing like flying into a turn having to counter steer:)
I wanted the number 116, so when i flipped it you'd know what number to dial, but my bro had most the money invested, so #95 it was.
My Brother always builds some really awsome stuff, and i am his"chuck yeager" sofar I'm still alive, the ONLY car he would not step in was my old 65 GTO with the ramair 68' 400, m-23 munchie... that car even scared me. I'll dig up some old photos, some oscarwipe, ran into the back of her parked where she sat.
NUTTZ
P.S. I have no Idea what class MOD we were going to race, when,where,how, was my brothers job, my job was to just cross the finish line FIRST!
