Hitting on yer mum?I too had a local hero who raced stock cars. Don Fitzgerald was his name, and in my little world, he walked on water.
Sometimes when other classes were on the track, he would come out to the stands to sit and chat with me and my mother for a couple minutes. I was about 8 years old and felt like a big shot.
I have a couple framed pictures of him out in my shop... will scan and post them one of these days.