It was nostalgia day at the track, and nothing newer than 1972 was permitted to run. There were some seriously badass cars there, including front engine nitro-burning dragsters, one of which crossed the finish line at 253 mph. What’s particularly cool is how much gray hair there is under those helmets.
It was brutally hot, and we spent all day (eight hours) in the blazing sun, so even though Willie was in the process of quite possibly winning his class again, we left in order to avoid heat exhaustion.
It was a great day, but I’m beat.