I Lost It In The Second Turn
October, 1973
I came whipping into the pits at 97 miles an hour with all my brakes gone. This little move is absolutely, flat guaranteed to give everybody a little thrill right down the line--and I could see all the other crews hopping right up on top of the pit wall as I came past, with the car doing wide, sweeping fishtails. And when I figured I had it slowed down just enough, I double-clutched the balls out of it and popped that rascal right into reverse. And I came sliding right up against Lugs Harvey's b...