We do have a great deal in common. July 7th. 1967. One month after H.S. graduation, 18 years old. I was driving a Euclid (no power steering) dump truck in a rock quarry. Thanks Dad. Simple job, transfer rock from the blasting zone to the crushing operation and dump it down a steep hill. Backed into position to dump, raised the bed and the crest of the hill caved in. Over backward we (the truck & I) went. When the dust settled and I pushed the seat off of my body, I was looking at the sole of my boot and it was laying in my armpit. I remember thinking "I'm not that flexible." Broken femur. 2 1/2 months in the hospital, leg in traction, flat on my back, period. All they'll let me do is sit up. Hottest Summer on record. No AC. Friends would smuggle in ice cold beer and combustibles. Never smoked out a hospital room though. We were much more discreet. We thought the Nurses didn't know. Yeah Right! The younger ones said keep it down to appropriate levels and times. The older nurses just scowled to show their disgust. Leg didn't heal in the 2 1/2 months. Next was a Hip Spica Cast. Body cast. Armpits down to the toes on the broken leg, down to just above the knee on the other, with a brace in between. No flexibility whatsoever but at least I was home. 2 1/2 months in that cast, leg still had not healed. December, Swedish Hospital, Seattle. A bone graft from my hip and two plates screwed into my femur and I was free at last.
The settlement said to me "GO RACING". Bought a rolling dragster chassis and a trailer. 144" wheelbase, front engine. Halibrand mags, M&H Racemaster wrinkle walls, quick change early ford rear end with a one piece open tube axle. Spokes up front. Found a 327 engine built for a Jimmy 671 blower cheap. Found a 671 and manifold cheap, a few odds and ends and it was off to the Saturday night drags at Thun Field in Puyallup with a friend who had a blown 289 dragster. Sooo many memories.