Go on, Say it. Andy Granatelli. I can’t hear you. ANDY GRANATELLI! It’s fun to say Andy Granatelli. I have never figured out exactly who Andy Granatelli was, or is, but I still walk around yelling ANDY GRANATELLI every chance I get.
I was alive in 1967. Of course I was a still a bit of a noseminer, and I didn’t know what a turban engine was. It sounded cool, though. I was disappointed to see the driver wearing a regular old helmet instead of a turban. There was no truth in advertising, even back then. And no one seemed to be drinking STP. If the stuff was so great, why was everyone drinking Pepsi? I loved that the pit crew were wearing STP pajamas. I watched the Indianapolis 500 in my pajamas, too, while I colored, mostly outside the lines.
ANDY GRANATELLI! Go on, yell it to the rooftops. And don’t get me started on MARIO ANDRETTI!