Besides trying to coax an Eric Shively/Brian Cripe team back on the track, I'd probably attempt to become a J.W.Hunt wannabe, and spread the wealth through pit areas across the country. (Since of course I'd be retired like Spridge, and that's all I had to do was hit race tracks)

Oh, and I would provide Kevin Olson an updated '63 Pontiac Safari station wagon full of beer, a freshly painted Hollywood trailer, and any pre-'86 Midget of his liking to go for his 3rd USAC National Championship!