After a decent 12th place finish at Bryar, it all started to go downhill. At Mid-Ohio the throttle linkage broke and I was lucky to get back to the pits to have it repaired and was able to finish way down. I should have been scrapping it out for 12th or thereabouts.
Watkins Glen - I remember about 10 minutes before the start of the race thinking "what am I doing here"? It's about 100 degrees F, humid as hell, and the car is old and tired. It must have been an omen as to what was going to happen - near the end of the race I pulled off the track with "engine problems" - a sad ending for an old warrior that had served us well.
That was the end of the line for our "low-budget" gang. Al, the owner, was going to start a business. We could all see the writing on the wall for the series - new rules etc. coming in for 73.
Years later I met a Corvette racer who said to me - "you lucky S.O.B - you got to run with the Big Dogs!". I couldn't have said it any better.