I met the two-legged "Goggles" when assigned to do a story on him when I covered the races for a New Orleans daily in 1968.
"It was a matter of self-preservation," I recall him saying. "I got tired of getting whacked in the face on muddy days at Fair Grounds. You just couldn't see through the mud and neither could the other riders. It was plumb dangerous.
"The other jocks were skeptical at first but it wasn't long before they were all wearing them, too".
Sometimes it's the little things that matter.