?So you fly across the United States and stand around in the open portals of the Ontario, California, airport, in there with the lean, watery-eyed nouveau-hillbillies who increasingly dominate the Golden State?s destiny . . . and if you look taciturn enough, people will sure as hell think you are a race driver.? Brock Yates wrote that sentence in 1972. It?s on the first page of his book Sunday Driver. It remains this writer?s favorite line the man penned during his lifetime, a span that ended October 5, 2016, due to complications from Alzheimer?s disease. READ MORE ??
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