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...pondered Smittie's night. College Week III in Bermuda; like College Weeks I and II, is a seven-inning ballgame, and old Smittie was back in the dugout with a big head over whoever his opponent was. He was sorry to hear we hadn't scored. But unlike Daytona, there isn't that heightened sense of male competition in Bermuda. Of course, Smittie figured he was paying dearly for such services, to the tune of $45/day, so he deserved everything he could get. "Jesus, I really had to get my rocks off," he reflected. "Now they're blue...
...Travel Service on both sides. But the three of us wondered what sort of happiness Crimson Travel had in mind when we were shown to our ten by ten room with its cot and narrow double bed. We wondered why we were paying almost $14 a day each. In Daytona Beach for eight dollars a day I sort of deserve a double bed, but how could it happen again? Will I never ask what I'm getting for my money before I hand it over? Have I learned nothing from 21 years in America? Apparently...
Mario Andretti is the compleat race driver. Five foot six inches high, he drives every type of car. He won Indianapolis last year, has been national champion three times, has won the Sebring sports car enduro twice, including this year. He won the Daytona 500, premier event for stock cars in 1967, and qualified for the pole position in the first Grand Prix he ever raced in. This year he is competing in six Grand Prix in an STP-March Ford, as well as running the whole USAC championship circuit. He was one of the fastest drivers in practice early...
Except for a few small details, the scene could have been "The Brickyard" at Indianapolis or Florida's famed Daytona Speedway. In the stands, thousands of fans cheered their favorites as big-league factory teams fought for that extra profit a racing victory always brings. Around and around the four-mile course, the world's best drivers gunned their big machines, each one perfectly tuned and tended by pit crews capable of performing mechanical marvels with spectacular ease. The speeds were startling, the promise of disaster ever present...
...lighter side. Billy the G turned right onto route #87. He whispered down the road past the chartered limousines flicking radio knobs and searching for WABC. In the back Smith-field and the Daytona Flash traded down-home stories about the country and being on the road. And they stole into the Spa with only with sharp money being wiser...