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I ran into an old family friend, Dale McCue at the grocery store tonight. His father and mine raced together back in the 70's. His father's car is in the picture below. It was a very cool encounter, because I've been thinking alot lately about contacting him to see if he would be interested in racing the 1000 with me in the future. Turns out he raced the last 500 on a motorcycle and is working towards the 1k with his son. Dale's father passed away a few years ago, so it was a bit of an emotional moment as we considered racing together in tribute to our fathers. I'm getting goosebumps just sitting here and visualizing us crossing the finishline, looking at each other and saying "Man! We did it!". Somehow, some way this has got to happen. It's like my version of landing on the moon. It's the ultimate personal achievement and I've got to do it while my father is still alive.



