Before the races I asked Buck if I could borrow one of his slick carburetor and since he is in recovery mode the sweet boy said yes. But my problem is not the carburetor it is my right wrist and tonight I felt a lot better and though the program said we were in third division we went faster than some in second division , no apology to Joey Holt who had to get around a bunch of slow pokes to win.
The crowd in the grandstand (not the folks in Ricky pits) were the most I have seen this year and lets us hope they come back again with more friends. The program in second division was changed from three races to one and the First division actually saw Gary Hicks on the track and I heard over the loud speaker he had to quit a job to resume riding again. That is the way to go Gary, join the rest of us poor speedway riders. The fellow in the zebra shirt seems to be doing a very good job every night here but that youngster at San Berdoo, well, he might need some more schooling.