[my69396]

After helping my brother-in-law with his c/sa mustang for a few years I decided to get a "real race car". I made a deal for a car I had seen at the Mile High Nationals a couple of years before. A Shelby pilot and I make the trip to Denver to trade a Triple black 69 RS Camaro and cash (Never said I was the sharpest knife in the drawer) for what was at the time the record holding e/s car owned by John Dusenbery. At that time the first division race was at Pueblo Colorado, so off to the races I go, it was only 550 miles one way. After spending the night in Denver at a friends house it was on to my first points race. Get in line for tech not really knowing what to expect having a new car but feeling like it should be fairly easy. Ever one in Division 5 knows Dick the tech guy who I get and he looks the car over and says I need to fix the vent hose in the trunk. I say something like I had just got the car from John and Dick said John doesn't own it any more and it needs fixed. So now begins the ordeal of ever time I go to the races something needs fixed. Get the line fixed, on to qualifying where I can't get the car to leave as it bogs ever time. I call the Shelby pilot and ask for help. The answer was slam you hand in the door and drive it like that. Ended up qualifying top half of the field and went out in the third round. All with the help of our friends.