I'm on the left, my best friend, Steve Gurwin, is on the fight. You can see the little air release cable at my feet - the release bulb was in my hand. We promised our parents, who let us travel by ourselves, at age 16, to Death Vally, that we would be on our best behavior. We were most of the time. But we also drove our car, a Pontiac which I believe was fairly new and belonged to Steve's parents, out 27 horribly bumpy miles to a dry lake called the Race Track. Steve drove that Pontiac 120 miles per hour over that lake bed - we're lucky we're still alive.