From Winter Park Manifest, February 13, 1981
“Roger Neiley has this recurring nightmare. He is stretched out on a beach, basking in the sun on the warm sand, relaxed and falling into a deep sleep. In the haze of the sun, he makes out a speck. The speck gets closer and closer and is followed by an endless line of specks. As they draw nearer, Neiley recognizes the specks as racers…”


