I have been a racing freak most of my adult life. When I first began going to road races back in 1968, I went to see a CanAm race at Laguna Seca. Watching the big thundering McLarens of Bruce and Denny chop their way through the field ignited a fire in my heart that has never gone out.  It seems that I managed to see every race I could attend for the next couple of years, and then I began auto crossing with my brand new Triumph TR6.

That car didn't stay brand new for very long and it soon became more race car than transportation.
( Bob Tullius once looked my "street" car over and just began to laugh and told me that I probably had as much into my car as Group 44 put into theirs. I know he had more in his than I had in mine, but I took it as a major compliment back then.) I ran the TR6 for a couple of years and finally managed to qualify for the North / South runoffs that used to be held here in California. A strange chain of events, which included a gunshot wound that kept me from the runoffs, finally placed me in contact with one Mr. Harry Sorteberg and his Winkleman WDF4 and I was firmly hooked on formula ford.

Still a starving kid, I had little money to spend on a race car, so I just crewed for Harry for the next 4 or 5 years. He finally sold the Winkleman and bought a T340 from Tom Gloy. ( Yes ,Tom used to sell Formula Fords...) I worked on the Lola from the day Harry brought it home, got to know it very well, and when Harry bought an Eagle, I bought the Lola. At long last I had a race car, and I still have the very same car today! I don't know, there is just something about those Lolas. I can't put my finger on it. There just is. Anyway, I went through driver's school in 1978, and managed to roll the car into a ball in 1979.

( as a side note, IF you have a Lola and have ever had a tech inspector make you reinforce the rear facing roll bar mounts after telling you the horror story of the one that failed and allowed the roll bar to bend forward on the driver, you have me to thank. I am the guy...)

It took me two years to get the car back together, but I have managed to keep it in one piece ever since..( knock on wood..)
 

I raced the car until 1991 when my wife, Elizabeth died. She was my main support when the racing wasn't going well ( which was most of the time ), my pit crew, my sponsor, my timer, and my heart.
For many years after her death I didn't even consider racing again because I figured I would never be able to stop looking for her aong the pit wall. ( I have come to belive that if I ever do see her there, I will know my time is up and I am probably starting a lap I will never finish. )

Well,, that is a pretty abridged version of my history. It seemed I had a lot more to tell when I started this page, but I guess that is ok, too much would be way too boring to read.