Prolly my fondest memory of Scotty was Black Canyon Raceway, AZ. We were kids running a tri-state series in, I believe '77. I was still running intermediate class back then, Scotty was already running Expert class. He won that weekend and literally made Ricky Johnson cry
Sidenote, I was battling a case of hives the entire weekend from a food allergy from some crap I ate on the drive to AZ. Bad weekend for me, I was swelled up so bad that when I put my goggles on, they damn near caused my eyes to close. It was so hot that weekend that we couldn't race during the day. Night racing only. That same year I crashed in Vegas and had to have stitches in my lip. We all raced the World Mini Grand Prix that year at Escape Country. Good times.
Godspeed, Scotty.