With the field somewhat thinned out due to mechanical issues the track was open and much faster. I did my best to make up as many laps as possible while my brother, Randy, acted as my angel in the sky and spotted for me in the stands. If he said it was clear, I went for it. If he told me to slow down and follow someone, I did what he said. As fast as we were going one car ahead of us, the #11 CRX, wasn’t going to let me take back 10 laps. Then as luck would have it the 11 car blew a motor (no HP 234 in it). That put us into second position but still about three laps down. We were chasing the first place #7 car and there was only about an hour to go in the race. I could catch and pass the car every twenty minutes under green but the numerous yellow flags from other teams crashing were hurting my chances to make up laps before time ran out. Again, as luck would have it, the #7 car ran out of gas about four minutes before the race ended. I passed them in the banking and waved goodbye as their driver sat stalled and out of fuel in the infield.