Your brush with a famous person.  

Plenty myself in racing, but my late father Kenny had a good one. Syracuse 1985, we always camped right by the fourth turn gate. There was a huge traffic jam leaving the track, traffic totally stopped. Pretty soon here stands Bobby Allison in his Miller High Life fire suit. Big Miller van full of people, he got out. Of course Dad walks over and started talking to him. After a couple minutes he asked Bobby if he was thirsty "damn right I am"! So Dad reached into his pocket (had his hunting coat on with beer in each pocket, hands him a Schmidt's. Bobby takes a big sip, said Damn that's good! What is it? Schmidt's, never had one! Thanks pal! Of course, nowadays we'd have pictures!