you for the opportunity to re-enjoy the excitement of the only real
racing series in North America.
Having been there, if only in a very minor
capacity with the AutoWorld team, I will forever contend that
there is nothing like the aural reverberation/impact of the start
of a Can Am race, especially when they took place among the woods
of Watkins Glen. Not even the massive thunderstorm occurring at
this moment can match the earth shaking rumble of McLarens, Lolas,
McKees, Howmets (whizzing, anyway), Shkees (not many recall that
one), Shadows, Ti22's and other home made Group 7 monsters.
As I approach 60, I am beginning to understand
the phrase "the good ole' days."
very first race in my life was the 1972 Can-Am Race at Laguna Seca.
I was 8 years old. I can remember it like it was yesterday.
We got there early around 8:00. The traffic
was horrendous. Like I have never seen it since.
My brother and I are standing between what
was turn 7 and 8 during morning practice. Mark Donohue [my childhood
idol] took the beautiful blue Sonoco Porsche out for a few laps.
He actually blows the engine during practice. The announcer is
saying that they are going to install a back-up engine, but there
is too little time to do that.
Needless to say, Donohue wins wire to wire.
I have every race program from the Can
Am races at Laguna Seca. I do look at them once in a while...
Editor: I think he means the 73 race. George
Follmer won in 72.