More photos once again. Ray's on duty now, even if he's retired to the Cockroach Inn, but will be posting after having too much fun with the new camera. It's one of those (I think) that not only does everything but wipe your butt and say thank you -- but also, when trying to take photos of fast-moving things, analyzes how fast the subject is moving and decides whether it's likely to get at least one good on in a burst of two, or if the subject is moving faster, shoots a burst of five, or for really fast -- it decides to make a burst of 10. Holey Moley!
Photos, not advertising for a fancy camera, follows.
And you thought Rex Svoboda was the only racer with a Saab:
Here's the GSXR 1000 on which Nancy and I have been offered a ride:
Standing on the rear window deck to take photos through the solid roof of the car. Really -- Nancy took this shot of a strange activity. She took more, for that matter, but I didn't include 'em.
We've seen this car here before, but everyone likes to see a Mustang, right?
Speaking of Mustangs -- Here's Danny Thompson's car, out for a glamour shot:
One of the afore-mentioned 350-mph 'liners is still in the trailer but starting to emerge, just like a butterfly from the cocoon -- here's the Mormon Missile:
Jim Webb was saying just a few days ago that the AA motor for the truck was still under construction. It looked like there was no motor in the truck when it was off-loaded from the trailer, but only a few hours later I saw it in tech -- so they must have put in the engine (or it was already there, in this photo, but the little trailering tires and suspension were set to make it look like there was nothing in the engine room:
Brian Westerdahl's Danny Boy Two:
A few more shots and I quit for a while. I'm already in trouble -- Nancy and I signed up for pit closing duty tonight and forgot to do it. I just got a call from Roy Creel reminding me of said omission. Ah, well, everyone's mind sometimes goes awry. Back to those photos:
That's all for now, there ain't no more.
