I never met Eric. As I recall he would come to a meet, stay about ten minutes and leave.
I sure know Charlie but haven't seen or heard of him in thirty years or so?
His license plate was "Triger". I was a passenger in that '65 on the track at Utica in '78.
I can tell you that even though the speedometer only reads to 120, the needle goes much higher.
Charlie would drive and I'd watch the oil pressure gauge through the turns. It was hot that day. At least 95 and everyone got sun burned and looked like cooked lobsters.
Jobe Spetter was in front of us in his "Brother in law Bob's '65". He had nitrous in that car and would run right up on the bumper of a GT500 until it blew it's engine on one of the straights. We were running flat out.
The cloud was still there for us and we just had to drive through it like they do in NASCAR. I can attest that was at 135. I was there, sitting strapped into the suicide seat with a banjo player driving.
See, who said we shouldn't take passengers at speed on the track? The lawyers? Why do we let them in?
