Snuddy Craig

We have this silk smooth Stalin all over again-now? With out version of Martin Borman and little else.

Not the "Elves" of Louis Ruykhauser on "Wall Street in Review" but more of Mike Lewis in "Liar's Poker"-if you are not Nancy-you lose -Brokers try to sell their junk on the citizen who just lost at the track. This book is heads up when it comes on how to bank on what can be put in the bank. Enough money for you to have a nest egg-that the snakes of Wall Street can't find.

As a boy in 1952 I saw my first real sports car in Colorado Springs, Colorado-a great looking blonde in short shorts was giving the once over to a red Jag XK-120. I had my going around the block time and time again. The Golden Age of Sports Cars has passed in my books. They were once a dual purpose car that could by cornering and braking beat the Detroit Big Iron. It ended for me with "Ford vs. Ferrari." Like the Cold War-Ford like Regan just bought the ending with the three points of Joe Kennedy success-1). money, 2). money 3). money-as in the Le Mans buy a ride. I compare David to Tom MCChaill who tried to flip a Corvair 28 times and couldn't. If you love Ralph Nadar this is not this book. Me, being a Ken Miles fan and knowing Sterling Moss was robbed, I love this book. You need a bird's eye view of what it was. This is it. Thanks, David.

I was born in 1943 and Mom read me this pulp as a little, little blob-boy did I want to fly a Wild Cat. They were the Cat's P.J. back when. Wake Island held out because of the Gruman F-4-F. They were not as good as the foreign crates but the Marines got them to do loops around our enemies in the air. All of the kids I knew loved them. Thanks to the fly boys of way back when.