17 Minutes on Sunday

Do you remember a time when you could easily see a race car driver in his car, his arms slashing at the steering wheel? When you could look at a driver in a car, and recognize him by the way he sat? When cars had simple names -- the Watson Sprinter, the Cheesman Special, the Wynn's Sprinter? When you could watch a driver at your local speedway, take his picture and get his autograph, talk to him, and then watch him win the Indianapolis 500 a year later? This book describes that time and two drivers struggling to reach the top of a dangerous sport. Illustrated.