I also ran.

Kinda like Jack Dupp? Bob!

BHAS is who I work for Bloomington Hospital Ambulance Service ( IU Health now) and SpeedMedic well I'm more often than not the guy in the Blue fire suit checkin' the drivers after it has went bad for em at Bloomington Speedway ...... Oh and the young ladies in my pics, just one of those extra duties at Lucas Oil Raceway couple of years ago...had to make sure they were wearing the proper sunscreen, oh the sacrafice I make for the good of those I serve :2:

It's a variation of my username on Trackforum; hence the "aka."

growing up my granpa allways said "if you do that, your name will be Mud" he passed and a few years after grandma started calling me "Mud"( I wasnt the best kid)..the friends picked it up and I've been Mud for the last 20 something years. Goodsleeve is the name of my company. now a days im known as Mud Goodsleeve at the shop on the street or at the track.

I have gone to Bloomington Speedway since early childhood. I love the red clay and still get chicken skin or goose bumps when the first hot lap session gets the green. I paid homage to the track that got me into sprint car racing as a young child. My name is Allen Cody and am just giving respect to the place that got me hooked.

To make things simpler I got my name changed to what is says on the front fenders of my Push Truck. PushEm!

I have a Jack Russell named Stagger and I call him Stagger dog.
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I am a pilot. VMC is the is the designation for the minimum air speed at which you MUST fly in a twin engine aircraft to maintain control when ONLY one engine operational. IE..Never ever fly below "VMC".

Just Above VMC, My way of saying I live everyday on the edge.....

I was at Eagle Raceway in Nebraska for an Outlaw race in '85.
Sammy crashed Brad Doty, turning him over. During the red flag, I went to the car to get some film for my camera. Being in a wheelchair, and Eagle's parking lot at that time being like a corn field, I hooked a rut in the dark, and turned over. A group of about 15 people I had never seen before (who had been outside drinking beer) immediatley circled me and began chanting "Spindell, Spindell...." laughing, pointing, etc! After awhile they got me back upright, dusted me off, and stuck a beer in my hand. Crashing is never good, but dumping it that night not only got me my nickname, but a lifelong group of friends, that has since expanded from coat to coast, including many IOW'ers!