On Sunday night, racers and friends gathered at Wendt's Marina for fried perch, cold beer and outrageously embellished racing tales. My wife, Dawn, arrived, having ridden her motorcycle from Minneapolis in less time than it took me to fly the Cub, and I introduced her to the racers I now call friends. Eric Whyte and Joe Coraggio announced the race results and presented trophies. Paul and Pam Tackabury took top honors with their appropriately named Lancair IV, Screaming Yellow Zonker, averaging 346.24 mph. Lee Behel, dominant as usual in his 15th AirVenture Cup, won the Sport class in his Lancair Legacy. Tragically, Lee lost his life six weeks later when his GP-5 suffered a structural failure while qualifying at Reno. I met Lee briefly in Mitchell and had no idea of his extensive racing background; he was too humble to mention it and another racer clued me in. I'm not certain, but I believe it was Lee who buzzed me just west of Mankato. I figured the fastest race planes would be catching up soon and tuned into the race frequency just in time to hear "Passing on your right, yellow Cub, stay straight ahead!" A few seconds later, a white Lancair blew past a couple hundred yards off my wingtip, going like a bat out of hell. It was shocking and thrilling, an unforgettable highlight of the race.