There was no letup: Denny got his first victory in Laguna in early June, then third place at Road Atlanta, and he finished eighth in Denver. That week with the boys in Sonoma had worked out the kinks with the crew, and it was all on Denny’s shoulders. And his shoulders were broad. That summer, when we gathered around the dinner table, there was something to talk about. Trophies. Photographs. Replays on television late at night. Suddenly people were hanging around, coming over for dinner. Not just Mike from work but others, too. We were even introduced to Luca Pantoni, a very powerful man at Ferrari headquarters in Maranello. I never broke my rule about staying out of the dining room. I have too much integrity for that. But I sat upon the threshold, I assure you. My toenails edged over the line so that I could be that much closer to greatness. I learned more about racing in those few weeks than I had in all my years of watching video and television. Zoë chattered away constantly, always something to say, always something to show.
