Sunday December 6
We got to the track early and the body was there. Paint was still sticky but it was there, fresh from the shop. The painter was saying he was sorry it was still sticky but it needed a little more time to cure. It still looked better than Hugh’s paint jobs. Nice and clean with a bright shine. Black and white just like the old D-13 Frank used to have. Needs a little red trim to finish it but that can be handle later. The air intakes still need to be painted but that also can be handled later. The important thing now to do was get it put together and see if the body panel would fit. Believe it or not, they did close, not perfect but close. So goes the world of Vees. So now it is bodied and looks like a race car, Rusty (#1 son) and I have to get on corner stations so the rest of the guys can play. Tommy is going to drive it this afternoon to lead the formula car field for a couple of honor laps.
True to form the Grinch struck. It didn’t come around for the pace lap. We called in and were told there was a mechanical failure. Now worry sets in. What could be wrong this time? We will have to wait and see.
It wasn’t mechanical at all, turned out Tommy was not really tuned to the shift pattern and first gear to reverse doesn’t work to well. So it sat under the shed and waited to be loaded on the trailer for the trip home and the next set of repairs. I got in and made a quick trip around the paddock area. It worked fine; this car will go and be a real race car in the future. Rusty is going to have to learn how to drive so we can go play.
I would like to take a min and express both Rusty’s and my deepest thanks to all the guys from the local racing community that have made this happen. Without them this might have never been completed. They gave of their time and hearts to get this done and just saying thank you just doesn’t seem enough. I know that if Frank (blindmule one ) was watching , he was smiling . There is a picture frame in the living room. It holds ten one dollar bills, five from each of us that the Grinch would not make it to track by his birthday. It didn’t, but the bucks stop there. They will be a reminder that he loved these cars and wanted nothing more than to come roar past me somewhere on the track. I will always be watching over my shoulder for him. God bless you brother.