|Mike Woodill on Dave Ridenour:
"A little more regarding David Ridenour.
He was a class act and braver than Dick Tracy. Late in the Pleistocene
age, a friend of mine and I were at the old Pittsburg CA airport track.
We were ready to race. There were two problems. We didn’t have a car and
we didn’t have a driver. The first problem was solved when Charley “Tuna”
from Shelby American drove the SA race car transporter into the pits. He
had been delayed by fog on 101. It had one bright shiny new Mustang sedan
racer and one dark blue, very gnarly ex-Nassau 427 prototype Cobra. Both
of us knew that “The Turd” as the Cobra was nicknamed was beyond our capacity
Ten minutes later we had solved the second
problem when Dave, whose Genie was in parts, agreed to drive the car. That
was when we found there was a third problem. One of the knock-offs had
been swapped out for one that did not seat in the wheel. A Chinese fire
drill then ensued until we found out that the machine shop guy just outside
the main gate, who was building a twin Porsche racer (!), coolly chucked
up the knock-off and took about three minutes to make it fit.
On his first or second practice lap,
Dave broke the track record just getting the cockpit and first impressions
sorted out. The car was so intimidating that the “Vette" driver in the
Main next to Dave on the grid, muffed his start. After about eight or so
laps we hung out the EZ sign and Dave cruised home."