A Trophy Story
Recently I got to go through the Georgia Auto Racing Hall Of Fame Museum in Dawsonville, Ga. While I was there, I was enthralled by the amount of trophies spread throughout the area, trophies from all different decades, and era’s, and all sorts of drivers.
I found myself wondering “what if these trophies could talk? What kind of story would they tell?” Well, that night when I got home all I could think about was trophies. I laid in bed thinking about all the trophies, and fell asleep thinking about them, and the stories they could tell…
I begin to dream, and in my dream, I was walking thru the hall again, and one of the older bigger trophies actually spoke to me. “Let me tell you my story,” it said, so here is the story, as told to me by… a trophy.
“My life started when I was put together by my creator, from a bunch of shiny parts and some wood. I was then set on a shelf in the store, and it wasn’t long until the guy who ran the dirt track down the road walked in and bought me, and a few of my trophy friends, loaded us up in his truck and down the road we went…”
“Once we arrived at the track we were carried into the office, lined up on a table and name plates were placed on each of us. My plate said ‘Super Feature Winner.’ I was pretty proud of it!”
“We sat there all week, watching the owner and workers rushing in and out, getting ready for that week’s race. It was really busy around there and they weren’t even racing!”
“Well, race day arrived and the owner loaded us all up and carried us over to the front stretch of the track, where we were once again set out for all to see. I was really proud of the shiny new name plate on my base. I didn’t know what a ‘super’ was, or what a ‘feature’ was, but it seemed important. I knew what ‘Winner’ was, so I was proud.”
“As the night progressed, we sat there and watched the race cars go round and round, and as each race finished, the promoter ran up to the table, grabbed a trophy and gave it to the winner. Before long I was the only trophy left. Soon, the loudest and fastest cars of the night were blasting around the track at breakneck speeds and sure enough, as soon as the race was over the promoter grabs me and hands me to the winner.” “People started taking pictures; over and over, the driver raised me over his head. He and a really pretty girl held me for a picture and he kissed her; then he kissed me too!
He kept saying I was his first win trophy. I got to ride in the race car back to the pits, where even more people were taking pictures and whooping and hollering, and really throwing a huge party!”
“On the way home, I got to ride in the cab of the truck with the driver and his wife. His wife wasn’t real happy with him kissing that pretty girl!”
“But I just sat there, feeling like the center of attention. Once we got home he carried me in the house and sat me on the TV. So I was out where everyone could see me again. I was starting to get used to being in the limelight. It was fun! Everyone wanted to hold me and take a picture.”
“Soon, I got carried out to the ‘shop’ where a special shelf had been built just for me! I sat there overlooking the shop and the race car. It was an awesome place to sit. I could see everything as the crew got the car ready all week long, and then on Saturday, they loaded the car up and left. I was alone, but it was ok… there were lots of pictures to keep me company, but I was the only trophy in the place! I was special!”
“Week after week the same things happened over and over; they would load up on Saturday and leave, then work on the car all week long. Sometimes the car came home really beat up, but they worked and worked until the race car looked like new again, and off they would go every weekend to race somewhere else. Well after a few months, when they came into the shop on Sunday, I looked and they had another trophy!!! They placed it on the shelf with me! I had a buddy! We talked about all the fun we had had at the track, and I told my new friend how things worked around ‘The Shop.’ Life was grand!”
“Over the next few years more and more trophies showed up, sometimes a new one every week would show up, and things got pretty crowded on the shelf. Then a second shelf was built, and then a third. Pretty soon there were 5 shelves, all full of trophies, but I still had the best spot up at the top.”
“Then one week, the car didn’t come home, the crew didn’t show up to work on the car and the shop was quiet… It was lonely with no one coming out to work, and no race car to look at. I had no idea what was going on, but it didn’t feel right. Then one day the driver’s kids all came out to the shop and started boxing up all the trophies, as the tears filled their eyes. I knew something was wrong. Gone was my special place, gone was my awesome view I had had for so many years, and now I was stuffed in a box where it was dark.”
“It seemed like forever I sat in that box, dark and cold, when one day a man came and took all of us out of the boxes. I got special attention, because I had been the driver’s first win trophy. I was boxed up and given special care, I was cleaned, and polished to my former shine, then I got to go for a ride in a car again. I was carried into a building, still in my box, and I could hear men talking… talking about my driver, to whom I had belonged. I realized why I had been alone for so long. My driver had died, in a race car… I was sad, really sad… I no longer felt special as I once had.”
“The one person who treasured me so much was gone…”
“Lots of the people in the room were crying. They talked for a long time about what a special driver he had been and about his skills driving a race car.”
“Then his wife, the same one who had been mad at him for kissin’ the pretty lady that night, got up to speak. She talked about how much he loved racing, and how special his first trophy was. She pulled me out of the box and sat me on the table; she talked about how much I meant to him, and how proud he was of me, more so than all of his other trophies! I felt special again! I was thrilled! Then his wife picked me up and handed me to a man who said he was proud to accept me, and promised her that I would always have a special place there at the Hall of Fame! I had made it to the Hall of Fame! I was placed on my own special shelf again, where everyone could see me! Below me were all kinds of race cars, and hundreds and hundreds of other trophies!”
“Now here I sit, in my place of honor, here in the Hall of Fame, as a tribute to my driver, because I was his first.”
“So that is the story of why I am here. I’d like you to share my story with others so they know how much all of us trophies like it here, and that each of us has a story to tell, and how honored we are to be a small part of this great Hall of Fame.”
I suddenly awoke from my dream, and I knew I had a job to do, to share this story with everyone, so when they walk through the Hall of Fame, they understand that the trophies have stories too,
Now you know why there are so many trophies in the Hall of Fame.