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THE RACER BOYS AND BUBBLES GO TO INDY
May 28, 1973
NO ONE WOULD EVER MISTAKE THE BRICKYARD FOR MONACO. NEVER! AND WHO COULD CONFUSE GASOLINE ALLEY WITH THE STAGING AREA AT FRANCORCHAMPS? HORRORS! THERE IS ONLY ONE INDY AND THAT IS THE OLD SPEEDWAY OUT ALONG THE BANKS OF THE WABASH, WHICH NEXT WEEK SERVES UP PURE UNVARNISHED AMERICANA, THE STRAIGHT STUFF UNTOUCHED BY CONTINENTAL CHIC. THE MEMORIAL DAY CLASSIC IS THE ULTIMATE NATIONAL DREAM, WHERE ONE CAN RISE FROM AN OBSCURE FILLING STATION TO INSTANT GLAMOUR AND FAME. IN FACT, INDY IS REAL-LIFE PEOPLE PLAYING OUT THE PERFECT COMIC STRIP. LOOK: IT'S CAPTAIN GO FAST AND HIS TURBOCHARGED CARBURETOR! IT'S DANGER LAD AND HIS PATRIOTIC PIT STOP, DRIVING HIS FUNDAMENTAL VERITIES SPECIAL! MISTER MEANINGFUL SMOKES 'EM OFF! SEMANTIC MAN, WHO RACES BECAUSE IT'S THERE! INDY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER. SERIOUS, SEARCHING ILLUSTRATOR BOB PEAK, A MAN OF FOUR-COLOR SUBSTANCE, WENT TO THE SPEEDWAY LAST YEAR, ASSIGNED TO DRAW WHAT HE SAW. INDY IS THE VERY SAME BOB PEAK COMING HOME A WEEK LATER WITH A NYLON RACING JACKET, AN STP CAP, A FIRESTONE STICKER ON HIS FOREHEAD, AND
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May 28, 1973

The Racer Boys And Bubbles Go To Indy

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TWO WEEKS LATER (HAVING CONVERTED POP'S VALVE-IN-HEAD, AIR-COOLED FRANKLIN):

THEY LAUGHED WHEN ROOKIE LEROY ROLLED OUT. BUT HE QUALIFIED IN 33RD STARTING SPOT. (THAT'S THE LAST ROW, ON THE RIGHT.)

BUT ON RACE DAY, WHILE BUBBLES LED THE BIG PURDUE MARCHING BAND, RODNEY DID AN EVIL THING: HE PUT A MICKEY IN THE VICTORY MILK!

"GENTLEMEN, UHHH, CAN YOU HEAR ME WAY BACK THERE, LEROY? START YOUR ENGINES!" AND AWAY THEY GO!

"THEY'RE RACING HUB TO WHEEL, YOU SPEED-HUNGRY, THRILL-CRAZED FANS! AND WILL YOU LOOK AT THE ROOKIE KID COME ON!"

WHEELING, DARTING, DEALING, DUCKING, DODGING, LEROY PLUNGES THROUGH THE PACK. ("JUST WAIT UNTIL THE POISONED PIT STOP," SNEERS RODNEY EVIL.)

AND SURE ENOUGH, LEROY LEADFOOT LEAPS INTO THE LEAD WITH JUST FIVE LAPS LEFT!

JUST A QUICK SIP OF MILK AND...AAAARRGH!

IS EVERYTHING LOST? NO, NEVER! OVER THE PIT WALL AND INTO THE RACE CAR COMES BUBBLES (IN HER NOMEX FIREPROOF BOOTS). "CHANGE LEROY'S OIL, SPARKY," SHE CRIES GAILY, "I'LL FINISH THE RACE! MY, ISN'T THIS A CUNNING LITTLE CRASH HELMET!"

VROOOOOOM! TAKE THAT, YOU NASTY OLD MILK POISONER!

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