O, what a memory for me. My 1st 500.Took the train from WI to Frankfort,IN where my dads army buddy's wife picked me up at 3 a.m. the day before the race.Sat in the infield on turn 3. I died and went to heaven that day.Great racers and great racing.T hank's for the picture Donald.
They were certainly drifting up to the outside wall in the short chute by this time. You have to go all the way back to the '20s or '30s to see them run a tight inside line all the way around.
Great shot from a great race. 4 great drivers in the front at the start. It was a good race and good qualifying weekends
Another great unplugged Donald.!! Is only a shame we lost so many great drivers in there prime. Thank you so much for keeping this history alive, before many years those of us the remember these great days will be gone.
My Granddad who raised me knew Al Miller pretty well. I remember fling with him into Illinois somewhere and getting a rental car to drive to Duqoin for the 100 miler around 67 or so and my Grandpa sees Miller in front of him on the road and being the wild ass my kin was he went up and clouted Miller in the rear bumper, went around him and laughed and Miller never wavered and just grinned back...
Great shot going into the corner. Notice the heads tilted and how far they come down on the apex, in today's world, that would be a recipe for disaster.
1965 was one of the best looking fields in history. Really neat colors, especially Foyt, Clark and Parnelli. 1965 was a great field, but maybe 1967 or 1992 were the best ever.
Great shot of 4 racing legends in action. Although they are all on the line through the apex of the turn backing off as they entered, they still ran the line (shortest distance) all the way around. No drifting up to the wall through the short shutes.
You would be hard pressed to find a picture during a race with more great drivers in it than this one.
I suppose I could have attended this race, but three months old is a bit young. For years I went to the race with my dad and he always tried to park as close as possible. Then he'd want to leave early! This drove me crazy and once I was old enough to go it alone I rounded up high school friends and met Dad at the track.
This was my first of 42 500's. As a 12 year old it made a big impression on me, haven't been anywhere else on Memorial day weekend ever since! This picture is probably one the most recognized in the 60's era. Jim Clark spanked the field that day! It took us three hours to get outside the track from the infield. I learned that day never to park in the infield, park far away and walk.