the night befor an Atlanta race in 1960, me Roy tyner, the car owners son and another indian friend of Roys stopped at a truck stop near the speedway. Roys Mohawk hair cut often got us in some local situations, Roy had a temper and didn't take lightly to disrespect. anyway we had ordered hambergurs and were sitting in a booth and noticed we were getting the eye from some local guys. Roy suggested we leave with our pepsi bottles and as we did we were followed by the group. in the parking lot all hell broke loose. well the owners son got clobbered in the head and we has to halt the melee to take him to the hospital. sunday,our whole crew was sporting black eyes. after the race as we left the track going down the interstate the same group drove up alongside our car. we looke at them ,they looked at us and then they gave us a salute and drove off.