It takes guts to floor a cool 65 mph. on a street where the law says 30 mph. On a quiet road, where the boys play touch football, where the girls jump rope, and where the little kids just watch; it's a blast to see them run for grass. You've got to have guts to scare little kids.

It takes brains to maneuver a car from lane to lane in moving traffic. You've got to be smart to know just how long to wait, before you make that last second switch out of the other guy's lane. Ever try to see just how many cars you can pass before being forced back onto your side of the road? It takes brains.

Guts and brains and more. You've got to have it in your blood. You've got to feel that tingle in your veins when you scream

past truck and trailer. Ever get the thrill of seeing the needle going from 60 to 50 and back again. It's a panic but you've got to have the blood. And then, of course, you've got to be proud. It takes a selfish pride . . . to keep from cracking. You could think of your buddies, your school friends, your parents, or the other guy. It's hard, but you've got to stay proud.

That's all it takes - guts and brains and blood and mangled steel and burning flesh - to scorch a life,

And even if it is your buddies', your school friends', your parents', or the other guy's, you've got to be proud.

Of what?