Thirty-three tiny bullet-shaped cars, strung out in a long, snaky line, roared across the starting line. Fifteen minutes later a laconic announcement came through the loudspeakers: "Clay Weatherly is over the wall. Car No. 45. He is dead. His mechanic has a broken back." The crowd of 155,000 ordered hot dogs and settled down to watch the race. Three minutes later another car, going at 108 m.p.h., crashed into the concrete barrier at almost the same spot as the Weatherly crash. Driver Al Gordon, pinned under the wreck, was pulled out alive with his...
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