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On the other side of the fence at a distance of about 5 feet was a cement wall about 5 feet tall, the track itself recessed about 4 feet deep. So the top of the wall was just a foot above ground level.
The stands were crowded and not seeing any obvious way of going up into them, we continued along ground level nearly to the end of the first row and sat down just where the oval curve straightened out. We were just seated when a pack of cars came roaring around the turn toward us. One of the cars got up the back of another and was launched into the air, and it came hurtling in a night-time arc straight at us, over the wall and high up into the fence like a half-a-house launched from a catapult.
The fence bent toward us. We cowed in terror as the car front-end and wheel caught in the fence, poised bent inward just above us. Would it hold ? but the fence held, and then sprung back and slung the car back onto the track in slingshot fashion --- back down onto the track full on its wheels. The throttle was stuck open and the engine was screaming at full RPM. The rear wheels took hold spinning in the clay and it raced at the wall like a raging bull, clawed itself over the top, crawling again toward and after us, until the fence again deflected it and sent it gouging its way along the trough between the fence and the concrete wall until a light pole stopped its mad carnage.
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