Hands down, the most pure, unadulterated, passion, Jimmy Spencer!

Sweats, stutters, gets mad, steps on toes, makes an ass of himself, drives his guts out.

A story Derricke Cope told me about Jimmy at Charlotte:

Thursday afternoon (more than a couple of years ago) a guy came into Jimmy's garage and told him there was a guy waitin for him outside the gate and that he thought the guy had a gun.

Later that evening, they were all getting ready to lock up and go to the motel (no $1,000,000 coaches then) and one of the crew asked Jimmy what was he gonna do about the guy, with the gun.

Jimmy's response; Well, I guess the first thing I better do is find me a gun.

As it turned out, the guy had gotten rowdy(drunk) and the track officials called the cops and they took him away. But the deal is Jimmy didn't call the cops, he just figured out what he thought he needed to handle the situation, and went on with his business.

herm