The Purse Destroyer My
wife, Jo, was probably the most notable (and noisiest) of all the fans. When
the dragster was being pushed down the return road to be started, she would
start cheering and by the time we got the engine fired and turned around in the
staging area she would be out of her seat and jumping up and down at the fence,
screaming and hollering, and the race hadn’t even started yet. When the race
started, along with the screaming, hollering and jumping up and down, she would
swing her arms up and down and around in circles hanging on to her purse strap.
Needless to say after a few revolutions of the purse and a few apologies for
wapping the persons on either side of her she would clear out the area. When
the RPM of the purse got up to speed, the next thing that would happen is that
it would catch on the top of the chain link fence and WAM! RI-I-I-I-I-P! The
‘ole purse just couldn’t take it. Can you imagine, ladies purse stuff flying
all over the place, into the air, into the stands, on the ground and this
person screaming and hollering? Now there’s a real fan! I received reports from
reliable sources that word went out from the fans to “watch out for that blonde
with the purse”. It was a case of “extreme” fan appreciation and we all loved
it. The next time out, in a diligent effort to save the fans, the stands and
the fences (and purses) we will make Jo a crewmember. Thanks for visiting and…