It was 1971, I was four and about to be James Garners co-driver. My dad was racing in the Mexican 1000 and had met Garner in a previous race. I was introduced to him and put on the hood of his Grabber Olds. On the fly he and my dad concocted a story that Garner’s co-driver hadn’t shown up and I was going to have to drive with him. I remember completely believing him, being a bit terrified but ready to go. He put me in the car and talked to me about my part in the race. Eventually, he spotted his co-driver and I was off the hook.