|Is this the right place to tell about the
last effort I made to race the MG B Tourer? Did I already mention it elsewhere?
Seems so familiar to me. Any road, I entered the MG in the Regional Races
program run in support of the Trans Am, 1969. I was there for Friday evening
technical inspection. While I sat in line, Mark Donohue walked by, made
eye contact, and smiled. The MG passed everything with no difficulty until
the very last check: the man said, "Put on your helmet and strap yourself
in and stand on the brake, hard." I did, and my head was an inch above
the rollover bar. I could scrunch down to clear, but pressing on the brake
pedal showed the true facts: roll bar was too low, or my spine was too
I considered cutting the innards out of the seat bottom (as I saw somone
do at a Holtville driver school), but just for a second. I also thought
about zipping around the City of Riverside, finding materials and skills
to add a couple inches to the top of the bar, for maybe three seconds,
but rejected that solution as requiring more dedication or intensity than
I could muster at that time. Plus which, it would mean the convertible
top would no longer fit.
So I withdrew my entry and worked as flagman during the weekend, principally
at Turn Four, I think. I'm sure I wrote this up somewhere else, here.