Back in the 60's I thought I was good enough to take on the world on a dirt track. I had been taught by the best,how you say, by getting my doors blown off on a regular basis. It seemed like that there was another magnet in the track other than the one I was hunting to stay attached to. A guy out of nowhere on the track came over one day and said if you want to outrun them you got to get off that rail you are riding down on the bottom. He said lets go out and run a few laps and you follow me. So out on the track we went because there weren't very many cars there yet.He started out kinda easy I guess but slowly picked the pace up to where we were flying around the track down in my groove,but after a lap or two there he started sliding up the track till we were in that groove that is just off the fence. Now I said to my self this isn't to bad up here after all but then he motioned me to come on and away we went or rather he went. He set sail like I never been before. If I lost the drift of it he would slow down and let me catch back up then away he would go again.After about ten laps he pulled in and I followed him in too,he got out and said you not set up right to run high. At that he jacked up my car in rear and started setting the car up totally different from what I had.At that point he said you dont mind if I drive your car do you,what do you say to a guy thats helping you. Why yes and off he went for about two laps then came in adjusted it again.After about three times doing this he crawled out and said now lets go back out and see if that makes a difference,but before we went out he put a few choice secret instructions in my ear.Well I will tell you one thing,I went to school that time out,the car done things I never believed it could do up in the high groove and I actually cut over a second off my lap times.We set down on the trailer afterwards and over cokes he talked of everything but racing,but thats the way it was done back then.Well race time came around and time trials were run and I actually ran a little farther up in the race,but my teacher,well he did what he usually did--won the race.Since that day in north Ga on that red high bank fast dirt track I think back from time to time and think about what I was told that day about life and racing and how to approach things differently. Those things dont exactly seem to fit the realm of racing but the way that Bob Burcham set down that day and told me. This has stuck in my mind as a step in life. And this morning I had a message from Brandon Reed saying that Bob would be inducted into the Ga Racing Hall of Fame and my memory got a shot of the past coming to the present. Bob and my self raced together from time to time and he never treated me any differently than he did TC Hunt or Freddy Frair but he did give me that smile he had or a thunbs up when we were on the track together.And that my friends are what I call ----------------------memories