I remember one Saturday afternoon when I was working at the Dario. Dale came circling through, as we all did, with a big trophy in the passenger’s seat of his Mustang. He had won it that day at the drag race in Kansas. Dale was honest about it and later revealed that on that particular day he didn’t actually have to race against someone to win the trophy. That day there wasn’t any other cars in the same class of his Mustang to race against. But, nevertheless it was impressive. Way to go Dale. Good times have not been forgotten. May you rest in peace.