Well…I have been thinking about this since the race yesterday where Danny Wheldon was killed…and I can’t shake the feelings that the world is a little darker today without Danny in it….I always enjoyed watching him race and seeing his huge smile when he won Indy….to have him leave behind a young family just makes it that much worse…as I said earlier it brought back feelings I had in 1966 when the first driver a 13 year old kid had ever idolized was killed in an unimportant F2 race in Hockenheim, Germany. Jimmy Clark, “The Flying Scotsman” died when a tire came apart and his car went off into the forest that lined the track. I don’t know what else to say except rest in peace, Danny….