Bones Bourcier
As always, the obituaries told you what the man did, but not enough about who he was.
Bones Bourcier
Here he came, easing through the restaurant door because easing is the best he can do, heading toward a wicker chair that for a healthy man would have been five paces away.
Bones Bourcier
We think we know what makes them special, but that’s only true to a degree.
Bones Bourcier
My friend Ken Squier, the Hall-of-Fame broadcaster, says racing’s real draw is that it showcases “common people doing uncommon things.”
Bones Bourcier
What hooked us all, I suppose, was the romance of racing, that weekly step into the unknown. And that is what brings us back, time after time.
Bones Bourcier
He had been everywhere and won everything, so upon hanging up his helmet he had a right to stop and smell the flowers
Bones Bourcier
He was the best storyteller who ever walked through a dusty pit area, or sat down in an air-conditioned media center.
Bones Bourcier
It all seems to run in loops, nice and tidy circles, for Kyle Moyer.
Bones Bourcier
This was sometime in late April, during the puzzling month-long gap in the NTT IndyCar Series calendar.
Bones Bourcier
Some people love the old joke about the young race fan who grows up believing the last four words to the national anthem are “Gentleman, Start Your Engines.”
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