Not only did I enjoy reading Art Evans’ column this month on his first race as a competitor (click here to read), but I have to say that it triggered a trip down memory lane for me, as well. One of the many things that Art’s column reinforced for me is that, like so many other “first time” experiences in our lives, there is so much fantasy and anticipation in the lead up to the “big day,” that by the time it happens, it rarely lives up to our lofty expectations.
My first race was out at Phoenix International Raceway. Anxious to start racing ourselves, a friend and I had decided to build a Triumph TR4 together and share the driving duties. Recipe for Disaster no. 1—building a car with a partner. Recipe for Disaster no. 2—starting your budding racing career with the first car of your own construction.
