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  • During the '60s my father used to frequently take me to the time trials for the Indy 500. I vividly remember the day in 1962 when for the first time someone turned in four laps over 150 MPH. We looked at one another in awe. I said, "I wonder how long it will be until they get to 200 MPH?" My father said, "Never. Impossible." I said nothing but thought, "How can he be so sure?" Now mind you I have always had a lot of respect for my father. But this puzzled me. In 1978 it happened, 200 MPH. I was right. But I had the advantage of wild eyed youthful optimism, which could well have been unrealistic. He had the disadvantage of too much baggage, that locked him into a point of view based on his experience with the past. The past is a valuable thing. He could not possibly have known that "wings" forcing the car down to provide more traction would be the key to much faster speeds. I had no idea either. I was just allowing for the possibilities "unknown". All that made neither of us right nor wrong. It's just how it turned out.

    It was only last week when I mentioned this event to my father. He thought a bit and said that some years earlier he had been to the time trials when the 140 MPH record was broken. He said the next day the Indianapolis newspaper had a huge front page headline: "140 MPH!" Just under that: "Will never be broken." Turns out that was 1954. I was just short of two years old.

    Should I believe any newspaper for all that's true?
    The advertisements or the columns too?
    The radio or TV either?
    The Internet, Facebook, the Tweeter?
    I'd rather see it all face to face.
    How many years do I have yet to race?
    Fifty-eight years have come and gone since I was two.
    What are the limits for me and you?
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