Timing is everything and “now, the rest of the story.”
Christina wanted to sort and get rid of some thing in our storage locker in an effort to downsize. Upon opening a box of odd papers I found contact information and some Harris family details that had been sent by Lewis Harris, a 4th cousin, thirty some times removed. The little voice said, “Call now!”
Turns out that the next morning they, he and spouse, Margaret and several other Mustang owners, were putting their cars on a train somewhere in Florida that was bound for Lorton, VA to cruise around Virginia then meander home. One of their events was to be hosted by the Richmond Mustang club including laps around the Richmond International Raceway. I put 90% of my camera equipment in the back of the car, drove off to meet Lew and Margaret at the track.
WOW! What fun and an opportunity for the club and for me. The track “officials,” a couple young men barely older that pimples but yet being every bit Virginia gentlemen, directed us into the infield where the ‘stangs’ cued up for the track and I was directed to a Press Stand on Turn 2. In two separate groups the Mustangs flew, at a terrifying speed of 55mpn, around the track five times as I clicked away.
a link to the gallery is at the left.