Okay, here's my Earl Wooden story. (Note: I said story, like in how I wish to remember it. "Facts" may not be true and/or merged with other years, but still a good story.)
Ten years ago, when Earl ran his streamliner at SpeedWeek, we (and others) had dinner at the now-lamented Salt Cellar at the now-lamented State Line. He told of his interesting run . . .
He'd installed some whiz-bang Formula 1 or something 4-wheel brakes on the liner. Somewhere on the run, something had gone wrong. He got on the new rooty-zooty brakes and came to a stop on the course after shutting the engine down. Those brakes were a smokin'! Here comes the rescue crew to deal with the smoke coming out of both ends. He says, Oh Shitt, and restarts the motor. Throws it in gear, clutches it to get started and smokes his new whiz-bang clutch, too. He said the brakes got so hot they melted the weights on wheels. It wasn't one of his best days.
But it was entertaining dinner conversation -- or maybe just how I remember it. Great guy!
