Tony, you are one brilliant master.
Brian, I've missed this thread and all your wonderful photos. Fabulous cars, a bit before my time but oh so beautiful!
Your Greg Moore shot breaks my heart. I just happened to be on a family visit in 1997 and witnessed Greg's first CART win, at my home track at the Milwaukee Mile, and that was my first IndyCar race I'd seen him in. I spent a day with him at Phoenix in 1993 so if I may, here's my words regarding that day that I wrote just after his death:
"A Day in the Life of Greg Moore
In 1992, my friends Bob and Buddy Lazier secured their first major CART sponsor in Viper Auto Security, and graciously included me in their program as photographer and graphic designer. In March of 1993, I received a call from my client at Viper asking if I could fly to PIR to shoot publicity photos of the first CART test of a young, unlicensed Canadian they were sponsoring in Indy Lights. I was surprised to have never heard of this driver, and wondered how Viper had discovered him. That driver was Greg Moore.
I arrived at the track bright and early, and could not believe my eyes when I met the freckled, 17 year-old Greg. He looked all of 15, and he could hardly believe the journey before him. I asked his father Ric Moore and Greg’s career-long Team Manager Steve Challis if we could take a few “insurance” photos of Greg with the car before he went out, but they assured me that Greg was taking it easy and they needed a few laps to test a chassis change before the desert heat invalidated comparison. Greg went out on spent tires, took 0.8 sec. from the track record and promptly pounded the wall, damaging both ends of the car badly enough to send them packing. Luckily, Greg was okay and the Viper logo on the sidepods was intact. I was able to crop out the damage to photograph Greg with the car.
Before I left with my rental car, Ric asked if I’d mind taking him and Greg to the airport. They sat in the back seat together, and we enjoyed talking of a career to come. There was a brief silence of a few seconds, during which I saw a dejected Greg in the mirror with something on his mind that a teenager can’t hide. He looked sheepishly at his father, and remarked, “I hit the wall kinda hard, huh Dad?” Ric assured him it’s part of the game, and no big deal. The sad irony of those words are more than a little haunting now.
Not only did Greg lose his life on Halloween, but Buddy Lazier turned 32 that day.
Why did the end of ‘99 have to mean the end of #99?
Godspeed, Greg."
I have photos to scan of that day, and will add them here at some point. Still hurts to look at them.