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this could be long or short. i think it will be short.

it was the year before brian started with grp 44. as flaggers we would enjoy the saturday beer party. the late bill salmon would offer a toast to brian redmans cat. we would cheer and drink. we had no idea if he had a cat or even liked them.

we met thru the winter one weekday a month at lou malnatis pizzeria, in elg grove village il) at lunch calling it a cat luncheon. sometimes it was 6 and sometimes 16. we move into the the next year and in april a red on white t shirt appears. on the front it says here's to brian redmans cat. on the back it reads the bloodshot blur with fur. we start taking them to the track and SELL OUT!!! it was great.

we continue to meet during the season and in august brian shows up before the race. he was great. real normal and funny and we did not know this but he does not like cats!!!

well out at the old corner 10 bill has arranged with rd am to place a grave stone with picket fence near the tree. you know this area as the curbing on the right in the carrosel but the station is gone. at lunch saturday brian comes out in a van dressed in a cat suit and lifts his leg over the grave then scampers back into the van and is gone.

when the station was moved to the outside and before the entry the grave was moved somewhere turn 9. there was a second gen of the red on white shirts with sylvester on the front and tom the cat on the back with his leags a blur of motion. bill moved to fla and the tradition was taken over and a new green on white shirt appeared. it featured a jaguar on the front and bill the cat on the back. brian was at rd atl one race and bumped into one of the northern shirt owners and responded.....what are you folks doing stalking me??....with a big grin.

the legend of brian redmans cat

there was this scrawny cat that used to visit the workers at turn ten during races. he was a scrawny runt of a cat obviously a runt and a drifter. the worker tiook pity on him and fed him. the cat kept returning. it did not know that the amount of food it received was dpendent on what was given out for lunch. usually it ate well on the pickle and pimento loaf weekends.

as the cat kept returning the workers would tell the cat about their favorite drivers. it learned about donohue, follmer, hansen, parnelli jones, hobbs(who also does not like cats) and brian redman.the cat lived at the track and during the week it would do hot laps trying to constantly improve its times. th alwys happened at night. this went on for a couple years and then one friday morning arriving fo morning practice the workers found the cat dead. it must have hit a leeping deer during a fast lap. it had died trying to improve its lap times and be more like brian.

it is rumored, that on saturday nites when the sun is down, and the light plays tricks on tired workers eyes during a beer party you may still see the ghost of the cat going by. it has been seen by many people of questionable sobriety but all were fnatical in their description of a smll blur passing by as they went to the port a john. that is why even to this day during a saturday nite party someone who has seen the cat will announce.....HERE'S TO BRIAN REDMANS CAT, THE BLOOD SHOT BLUR WITH FURRRRRRR.


and thats the shrt version. i swear. hey wazzat.....