I like to dream, yes, yes, Right between the sound machine On a cloud of sound I drift in the night Any place it goes is right Goes far, flies near To the stars away from here. “Magic Carpet Ride - Steppenwolf, 1968 Sportswriters of the day looked at young jockey Richard Grubb and thought him “angelic” but in reality a teen prodigy who … [Read more...] about Richard Grubb: Magic Carpet Ride