Jim talked to me today. He, and perhaps Tom, were given bad info on how fast I was going when I went behind the tower. Which explains why they were so pissed at me. And with the track management being mad, something had to be done in order to appease them, I suppose.
Richard, et. al. that run the track, are a nice bunch that will do anything for you. But if you cross them they will hunt you down and crush you like a bug.
Roebling being my home track, I can’t tell you how much I was looking forward to Saturday’s two races. Was hard to miss them. Now I’ll just have to humiliate you all at CMP.
Picture shows how fast I was going when I passed behind the tower. I may suck, but I suck carefully.