I have this strange cognitive issue with Bob Veith, in that on some level I'm sure he won the Five Hundred, even though I know he didn't. This surfaced again the other day while I was watching the ABC telecast of the 1967 race, where he's featured briefly for a moment. Somehow, in my database of such things, Veith is tagged as a winner of the late roadster era. It's odd, in that I'll see a mention of Veith, and immediately some part of my preconscious sorts him out for attention as a past winner, even though I know better.
For all that he's little-remembered today, he was a capable driver, and easily *could* have won the Five Hundred. The same thing doesn't happen to me with other, even stronger could-have-wons like Ted Horn, Rex Mays or Lloyd Ruby, though.
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Someone's basketball party apparently
turned out rather more exciting than planned. This is about a quarter mile from me, so I could hear the sirens, and watch the helicopter circling with its spotlight shining down.
It amazes me how blase I can be about this. I grew up in a little farm town where I'm not sure they'd ever even had a murder. Here, it's a fairly commonplace event.
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Woohoo!
I saw these Wednesday morning on my way to work. There were two of them, apparently identical, about a mile apart, each with four police cars. I'll note that it's not at all unusual for a wide load (these were using two lanes) to have a police escort in Ohio. I've seen that before with obviously mundane items such as wind generator parts, big pipes, etc. I can't imagine it's anything horribly secret if they're driving down the highway in the middle of the day with them.
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