In my view one of the finest replicas I have seen. I use the Carousel 1's 1997 Foyt/Gilmore Coyote as a standard to rate all others.I like Indy cars.
One of the millions of subjects I know not a thing. But man, Carousel 1's Foyt/Gilmore Coyote stopped my brain faster then it could yell at my fingers. Standing at WinCo in front of the magazine rack dodging mad grocery carts while Wendy perused the veges. DieCast X. Dynamite. Duck as a cereal box flies by my head and runaway oranges pummel my feet.
The upturned curve of the nose, sweeping up, over the cockpit, agitated by eight orange induction stacks, fractured, split and heated in a carefully choreographed route through the open engine compartment to be soothed and straightened by an elegant wing, releasing the last of it's energy from where it came. This baby probably didn't cut through the atmosphere, but sliced with the accuracy and delicacy of a surgeon's knife. If given the choice, I would rather fly this Indy machine then drive a F-16.
The first, "what a sound"-looking for a pack of bikers, I thought. The second, acrid blue smoke and the reek of a tire factory and two red orbs receding in the distance. My little red Triumph refused to move, frozen, fear of the snake, bit by a Cobra.
