Dear Mr. Foyt,
I'm a big fan. When I think of your wins, I am impressed: four Indianapolis 500s, the Daytona 500, LeMans, Rolex 24 hour, numerous sprint car and dirt track trophies.
I can't imagine how you survived all those years in racing. You manhandled cars to Victory Lane at the times when the sport was its most dangerous.
I know you didn't escape unscathed from those wrecks you did have, and I'm sure your legs in particular give you problems from time to time.
You are now 72 years old: Legendary for working on your own cars, even though you had cracker-jack crews to do it for you. But enough, is enough.
This last episode with the bulldozer should be your last! Didn't you learn anything two years ago this August when you bulldozed that bees nest? I'd think 200 beestings at one time would leave an impression.
Apparently your grit won out, and you were again on the bulldozer on your Texas property. And this time, the machine caused the lake bank to cave in and flip the bulldozer over. With you still inside.
Thank God for the "safety equipment" of a steel cage surrounding the cab. Otherwise, this would likely be a eulogy, not a plea to stop messing around with heavy equipment.
Fortunately, you crawled out of the cab, swam though the water (guess the legs aren't that bad), and refused to go to the hospital.
Mr. Foyt, we don't have many racing legends of your caliber. Please stop using that bulldozer. At least in August. On your property .
I'm beginning to think you'd be safer back IN a race car than in that dozer.
Your Iowa fan.
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