was down a hundred yards past the finish line taking pictures of Miller's
way cool ‘37 popping the chute. I had just put the camera away and was
sitting in the grass, picking up the bag and water bottle. Johnny Barb was
just launching his Outlaw Street Camaro and making his way down the track.
He was almost to the lights. I was watching him and walking towards the
grandstands an eighth of a mile away. The Camaro bobbled and it started to
turn sideways. A second later it was barrel rolling down the edge of the
track, dirt and grass spewing into the air.
I started running towards the flipping car and jumped over the retaining
wall. The driver in the other lane came rushing out of his car and sprinted
across the track. The Camaro rolled to a stop upside down. The other driver
hit the battery kill and I grabbed the harness undid it and we pulled Barb
from the wrecked race car. The rescue crew was rolling up the track toward
us. I held John's head as straight and steady as I could. I took his hand
and asked if he could feel me holding it he squeezed it tight. By God's
grace alone, Johnny Barb didn't have a scratch on him! The paramedics came
up and told us we did a good job and that they now had it.
I sat back against the retaining wall and caught my breath. A rescue
worker kneeled down and asked me if I was OK. I said. "Why?" He
said, "You look like a ghost." I watched them flip the car over
and attend to John, who only seemed to have had his pride and pocketbook
injured. I climbed over the wall and walked up the return road. I had lost
interest in shooting the rest of the show and decided to head home. I shook
Johnny's hand. He looked at me and I knew he was grateful to be alive. I
took a few pictures of his wrecked race car to send him someday. Here is the
Camaro less than an hour before it rolled. This was a tribute to witnessing
a well made roll cage save a life.
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