John Wenderski was a piece of work, to say the least. I was sharing an apartment with John when he was killed at Romona. This will sound cold, I know, but every time he would go to a race, I would make SURE he had paid his share of that month's rent. I told him, "The way you drive a racecar, it's just a matter of time 'til you stick me with the rent!" He crashed at Long Beach one night, just off the starting line (not too bad) Went balls to the wall for the next week or so to get the piece repaired. 

Went with him to Sorell's to pick up the car. We got maybe two blocks away from Bob's shop, when John decides to race some kid from light to light. John brings up the motor, drops the clutch at the hint of green, and races this kid for two or three blocks before slowing down. I asked him, "Are you having fun?" He says, "Sure. I'll race anyone anytime!" I said, "Cool. Now can we go back and get the racecar? It came off the trailer, back there about four blocks ago!" Full bodied Top Fuel Car, just laying in the intersection with about ten people standing there, looking confused! Fun -- we had some of that!

FOSTER