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			May 1, 2008 
			 BOBBY'S BLUES 
			A lot has been 
			written in the last couple of years about Bobby Santos III.  And for 
			good reason. 
			Bobby is a pearl.  
			Now just 22 years old, this New Englander has been racing over 15 
			years, on 75 different tracks, in 20 states, and 23 different kinds 
			of cars.  And he has developed a knack for coming out on top, 
			especially when the pressure wick is up.  He has poles in ARCA and 
			USAC sprint wins; he swept both ends of a wild $50,000-to-win 
			challenge at Stafford (CT) Speedway; he holds the all-time closed 
			course midget record. 
			Along the way Bobby 
			has endeared himself to knowledgeable railbirds nationwide.  Folks 
			know he is no yuppie with a golden wheel.  He’s worked on the cars 
			with Herculean effort and driven his tail off, supported by a family 
			rich in racing tradition but modest in the checkbook.  He’s the kid 
			next door – the one everyone’s watching, just hoping he’ll get that 
			big break. 
			But it hasn’t 
			happened.  Bobby has been in a development program with Bill Davis 
			Racing.  And he has verbal offers from NASCAR superspeedway teams 
			for great rides, if they can just find a sponsor.  It seems that’s 
			the problem.  Good as he may be, Bobby just doesn’t have the swagger 
			of some international open wheel star, backed by a Fortune 500 
			company.  Bobby is on the scene for sure.  He will be in the seat of 
			the Western Speed midget at this year’s “Night Before the 500” at 
			O’Reilly Raceway Park.  But still, you can sense his disappointment 
			to be struggling day and night – and for so long. 
			Then came the 
			“Icebreaker” at Thompson, CT, at the beginning of April.  Bobby, who 
			copped the modified portion of the Thompson World Series 
			spectacularly last fall, was back in a midget.  Everyone anticipated 
			a great weekend. 
			In the middle of 
			the Saturday night before the race, someone broke into the Santos 
			family’s hauler.  Bobby’s fire suit, helmet, Hans device, shoes, and 
			seat were all stolen.  Strangely nothing else – including tools, 
			jacks, equipment – was even touched. 
			Bobby’s dad says 
			the loss amounted to almost $6,000. It was a terrible financial blow 
			for the underfunded team.  But, somehow, even more disturbing is the 
			emotional damage and the symbolism of it all.  How could anyone in 
			the racing community stoop so low?  How could anyone so specifically 
			and purposefully hurt someone so young, so special, and so admired? 
			You also have to 
			wonder what else Bobby Santos can possibly give up for this sport. 
			All we can say is, “Bobby, just know how many of us out here are 
			rootin’ for you, kid.”     
			
			
					
					© 2008 Lew 
					Boyd, Coastal 181 
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