The day the music died... where were you?

[Slewbopper]

I was a sardine packed in the clubhouse apron at Belmont with two friends that flew in from Tacoma for the weekend. All we kept muttering on the long ride home was "F'ing Birdstone"

BTW....the music died on February 3, 1959.

[3kings]

1st floor grandstand standing on a bench at about the eighth pole so I could see over all the people. The loudest roar I ever heard at a sporting event when he took the lead. Pretty quiet less than a minute later. Still was a great race to witness. The train back to the city not so great.