You can't explain it. There's really no justification. Why would anyone want to own a race car at this stage in life? A bottomless money pit. Dangerous. Time eater. Tire eater. Entry fee eater. Heartbreaker. Did I mention money pit? Well, let's say it's what happens when unfinished business combines with a neat race car that happened to cross our paths at a price that seemed too good to be true. And, all said I guess I'd rather go racing than golfing. Or fishing.

Since the '70's Greg and I had always talked about some day doing a joint venture racing effort "LuKerr Racing". And so when an already built (yeah right) race car was dropped in our laps and pretty much forced on us, what can I say? The rest is history. Waiting to be written. Soon. I hope.

If you've ever raced, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. You see, there are 2 kinds of people in this world. You either totally get it, or you haven't done it yet. The intensity. The synapse overload. The satisfaction. The rush. The emotion. The late Steve McQueen said it best: "When you're racing's life.  Anything that happens before or after... it's just waiting".​