I was first introduced to my lifetime fascination when I was 4 years old...and no other place than the greatest of them all...the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. I believe it was qualifications in 1988...and my only memory, my first racing memory whatsoever, was seeing the mighty Rick Mears in his brilliant yellow Pennzoil machine roaring down the front stretch at well over 200 mph. That day ignited a love affair with the sport, and the racetrack, that has not flickered but grown stronger over the last 21 years. My first actual race, I'm told, was most likely at the Terre Haute Action Track not too long after...man, I miss watching Al Thomas at that place.