Racing gets in your blood and never gets out. When I started back in at the drag strip, I figured I would be one of the older farts out there (I just turned 58).
LOL, was I in for a surprise! I was actually one of the younger dudes. There was one old guy that looked to be on the far side of 65, but he was driving an 11-second nitrous Chevy and won his bracket. And he still had that twinkle in his eye when he was talking about his last pass.
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Diligence is the mother of good luck.
Ben Franklin (1706-1790)