ment. The little car, with a burst of speed, over took the champion, and the two cars shot past the grandstand side by side and sped into the second lap.
Into the silence came a yell from Coffee Jim: "Ford! Yah, Ford! Go it, go it, go it! Ford!" The crowd went crazy.
No one knew clearly what was happening. "Ford! Ford! Winton! He's ahead! Go it, go it! Winton! Come on, come on! Look at 'em! Look at 'em! Ford!" they yelled.
Then the two cars swept into the final stretch abreast; the crowd, wild with excitement, hoarse, disheveled, was standing on the seats, roaring, "Come on, come on, come on! Ford! Ford!"
Every detail of that race must still be distinct in Ford's mind, but he sums them all in one concise sentence:
"It was some race. I won it."
