From my Daughter,
I also remember the ChiTown Hustler. It was great to be able to be right behind the funny cars on the starting line. Talk about loud. No thought of ear plugs. After their burnout, the smoke smelled like butterscotch back then. The excitment of being the one in controll of the funny cars of today, would be exhilerating. Dad, didn't you drive someone's rail or funny car at Fontana?
Patsy
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