Dale Earnhardt ~ I Remember You
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A note to my gentle readers:
What follows is my own personal tribute to the
greatest driver ever to sit behind a steering wheel. This article has been seen
at other times and other places, but on the 15th anniversary of the
day the light went out of racing, it seemed appropriate to present it once
again and weep one more time. The style employed here is not my usual writing.
It was just too painful to write about Dale in the past tense, so instead, I
wrote to him. It didn’t help; I cried all the way through it back then, and if
a few of the words seem a bit blurry this time around, well…tears will do that,
even after all these years.
Come, walk with me down Memory Lane once again and
allow me to share with you my memories.
I
Remember You
In loving memory of Ralph Dale Earnhardt
April 29, 1951 – February 18, 2001
I remember you!
I remember 1979, when you were a rookie on the Winston
Cup circuit (It was called “Grand National” back then), driving for Rod
Osterlund in the ride Dave Marcis gave up to start his own team. You even won a
race that year at Bristol, and won Rookie of the Year honors easily. Back in
those days, rookies didn’t win races and that made you very special. It would
be many years later before we knew just how special you were.
I remember you!
I remember how you won the Championship in 1980, in
only your second year of racing. Many drivers spend that year in what they call
“the sophomore slump”, but not you! Instead, you chalked up five wins to finish
first in points. No one else has ever been Rookie of the Year and Winston Cup
Champion in two successive years. You bested Cale Yarborough, who had been my
favorite driver for many years, to win that Championship. About that time, a
different light began to shine in my eyes.
I remember your mop of unkempt hair replete with long
sideburns, that signature mustache (also unkempt) and a cowboy hat slouched
down over your eyes. The Gargoyles had not yet become a part of your uniform
back then.
I remember a lot of folks thinking you were too pushy
and way too cocky for a young newcomer, but for my part, I was already getting
glimpses of what your future could be; seeing those flashes of brilliance that
reveal the potential yet to be realized.
I remember you!
I remember when Rod Osterlund sold the whole team to
J.D. Stacy in the middle of 1981, and within 4 races, you quit the team. I
remember Wrangler Jeans moving their sponsorship to Richard Childress’ car,
with the stipulation that you would drive the car, not Richard. That year
turned out to be a racing disaster, with no numbers in the win column for you,
but looking back, it had to be one of the best also, because it put you and
Richard together for the first time, and we all know how that turned out.
I remember you!
I remember that for the years 1982 and 1983 you drove
Bud Moore’s #15 Ford, still with the Wrangler Sponsorship and the blue and
yellow colors that had become your trademark. I remember, at the end of the
1982 season, you married Teresa Houston, a longtime friend who had been by your
side for several years.
I remember you!
I remember your return to Richard Childress Racing in
1984, in a carefully engineered driver swap between Childress and Moore, so
that Ricky Rudd became Moore’s driver and you became Richard’s again. The
Wrangler sponsorship moved with you to Childress Racing, but for that year
only, they also stayed on Moore’s car, so there were two blue and yellow
Wrangler cars that year, the #15, and the #3. A dynasty was in the making.
I remember you!
I remember watching you struggle just a bit through
1984 and 1985, trying to regain that Championship form. I watched you and
Richard grow closer as friends and watched the entire team slowly improve
because of that. It wasn’t that those years were bad ones! RCR was 4th and 8th
in the point standings, respectively, and you had long carried the well-earned
nickname of “One Tough Customer”, which coincidentally applied to Wrangler
Jeans as well as the man who wore them.
I remember you!
I remember 1986 almost as if it were yesterday. That
was the year they christened you “The Intimidator.” First, I remember the
Daytona 500 that year, when you had a great car, but ran out of gas at the end,
allowing Geoff Bodine to take the win. I guess that was the first of the many
creative ways you found not to win that elusive race. Then, of course, I
remember Richmond the following week, when you and a not so ol’
DW beat and banged on each other through the whole race. Right there at the
end, I guess you got a bit impatient and gave him one final rap, putting both
of you into the wall and collecting Bodine and Joe Ruttman
as well. There were only five cars left on the lead lap, and as a reward for
being nowhere near the leaders, a young Kyle Petty got his first Winston Cup
win.
Seems to me I also remember DW, with a badly broken
car and steam coming from his ears, slamming your car one more time for good
measure, after the race was over. NASCAR was less than pleased with the whole
affair. They fined you $3000.00, along with putting you on probation. They
finally did lift the probation, but the fine and the nickname stayed. Yet, for
all of that, you won five races that year and your second Winston Cup
Championship.
I remember you!
I remember 1987, arguably your best year ever, when
you won 11 races and scored your third Championship by a whopping 288 points
over Darrell Waltrip. Impressive stuff! Still, what I remember best about that
year was The Winston All-star race and the now famous “Pass in the Grass.”
Heck, as I look up at the wall in front of me, there is a 3×4 foot poster of
that race, mounted on wood and laminated, showing all the participants and
several scenes from the race.
Truth to tell, it never was a pass. You were in the
lead when the #9-car body slammed you, still in the lead when you drove through
the grass and by golly, still in the lead when you got all four wheels back on
the track. Nice piece of driving there! Of course, there was that thing about
helping Bill up into the marbles afterwards, and the fine NASCAR levied on the
wrong driver, but what the heck! It helped build your reputation as an
Intimidator.
I remember you!
I remember 1988, when Vanity Fair had bought up
Wrangler Jeans and that company decided not to continue with sponsorship in
Winston Cup. The fans anxiously waited to see who the new sponsor would be and
what your new car would look like. The sponsor, of course, turned out to be
Goodwrench, and the car an almost unheard of solid black with red on the
interior. Pretty sharp, all the same! That color scheme and maybe just a bit of
your personality and driving style, would earn you yet another nickname, this
time spoken with utter respect, “The Man in Black” I hope you don’t mind that I
borrowed just a bit from that in creating my “Lady in Black” character.
Remember, imitation is the most sincere form of flattery.
I remember you!
Through 1988 and 1989, you remained at the top of the
racing game, though Bill Elliott and Rusty Wallace took home the big prize in
those years. Certainly, I remember you in 1990. That was the year when you won
the Daytona 499, dominating the race only to cut down a tire on the last lap
and watch Derrike Cope go on to victory.
I remember being at Martinsville in April of that year
and strolling out to the souvenir trailers. As we were crossing the access road
into the track, I looked to my left to see a big black Chevy Blazer waiting for
the pedestrian traffic to clear. No one else seemed to recognize you, but for
sure, I did, as I stopped and stared, I’m sure with my mouth open and hopefully
not drooling. I guess I stood there long enough for others to look too, and a
small crowd gathered around the truck seeking autographs, which you were kind
enough to sign. Since I’d been the one in front of you, I was the last to get
to meet you, and I stammered something about being afraid you would have to
leave before I got there. You patted me on the arm and said, “Don’t worry Darlin’, we won’t disappoint you.” I got your autograph
that day, which I had laminated so that it might last forever, but I also got
the wonderful memory of one tiny moment in time, when I actually got to meet my
hero. Thank you for that!
I remember 1990 as the year when you returned to the
top and won your fourth Winston Cup Championship, along with your first IROC
(International Race of Champions) Championship. The year 1991 saw you take your
fifth Championship in Winston Cup, and folks were beginning to wonder if
Richard Petty’s seemingly unassailable record of seven might be threatened.
Alternately, it was also the year that a seagull flew into your grill at the
Daytona 500, causing the car to overheat. Once more, a dominant car lost the
race through circumstances no one could foresee.
I remember you!
I remember 1992 as being a year I’m sure you would
rather forget, with only one win and an unseemly 12th place finish in the
points. Folks who weren’t your fans were saying that you had reached the end of
the line. Some speculated that you were too old to compete or were “burned out.”
Heck, at the end of that year, your long time crew chief, Kirk Shelmerdine,
quit the team and things looked rather bleak, but Richard rose to the occasion
and hired exactly the right replacement in Andy Petree. Together, you and Andy
went right back to the top and put together two more Championship runs in 1993
and 1994. They would be your sixth and that record tying seventh. You might
have broken the record in 1995, but had to settle for second place behind a
young newcomer named Gordon. You did take home your second IROC trophy that
year though, so it wasn’t a total loss.
I remember you!
I remember that 1996 wasn’t the best of years for you.
Even though you managed to finish 4th in the points, there was that awful wreck
at Talladega that left you with broken bones and a lot of pain. The next week,
you had to get out of the car after only a few laps at Indy, and let Mike
Skinner take over the wheel. Anyone looking at your face knew that was a very
different kind of pain. At the end of that season, Andy Petree left the team to
accept what he said was an opportunity he couldn’t refuse, the ownership of the
retiring Leo Jackson’s #33 team.
I remember being very excited on hearing the news that
Richard had signed Larry McReynolds as your crew chief for 1997, but my hopes
for a “dream team” were quieted, as I’m sure yours were when you went winless
in 1997 for the first time since 1981. There was a lot of speculation that you
never quite got over the injuries from the Talladega wreck, and of course, the
detractors said that you’d lost your nerve, but I knew that wasn’t true. You
did nearly scare me to death at the Southern 500 that year though, when you
passed out at the wheel before the start of the race. That was a weird thing,
but I’m sure you know that better than I do. Between your doctors and NASCAR,
you got clearance to go on racing, and I guess they never did figure out what
caused that.
I remember you!
I remember the 1998 season beginning as they all do,
full of hope for every driver and team, with that clean slate waiting to be
written on, and what a signature you put on it at Daytona! In the 40th year of
the Daytona 500 and your 20th attempt to win it, you were not about to be
denied again. Like many of your fans, who had hoped so much to see you finally
win it, I was on my feet, screaming and cheering as you took the checkers that
day. (I was in my living room.) Not even trying to choke back the tears that
fell, I watched you wheel that famous black car into the grass and cut the #3
into the turf, just as clearly as could be! What came next was a sight that
race fans will never forget, as every crewmember from every team and all the
NASCAR officials in the pits as well, lined up on pit road just to shake the
hand of the Master. Decidedly no driver, before or since, has been shown the
honor and respect that were heaped upon you that day by your peers. When asked
what your feelings were about finally winning that elusive prize, you
commented, “I wish that at some point in their lives, everyone could experience
the feeling I had at Daytona.” It was a special day for your fans and a far
more special day for you.
Unfortunately, that would prove to be the only race
you won that year, and it seemed your entire team was struggling for balance.
Once more, Richard waved his magic wand, this time swapping crew chiefs between
your team and the team of Mike Skinner, with McReynolds moving to the #31 team
and Kevin Hamlin becoming your new crew chief. Once again, Richard’s intuition
would prove itself, as things got back on track.
I remember you!
I remember 1999, when you returned to Victory Lane
three times, and won a third IROC Championship as well. You only managed a 7th
place points finish that year, but that was about to improve markedly. In the
year 2000, you’d win yet another IROC Championship, and finish second to Bobby
Labonte in Winston Cup points. So near to that record-breaking #8! So very
near!
I remember you!
I remember the Daytona 500 in 2001, although I wish I
could forget it. Like everyone else, mostly I remember the end of that race. On
the last lap, you were running in third place, but your own two cars from DEI,
driven by Mikey Waltrip and your namesake, Dale Jr., were running first and
second. When your car reached the fourth turn, it looked as though you might
have done a bit of blocking to keep Sterling Marlin behind you, and the two
cars made very slight contact. The cameras, of course, were on the two DEI
cars, streaking toward the finish line, but in the corner of the screen, those
of us that always watched the black car could see a car jerk to the right, then
see a second car strike it on its way to the wall. I knew in an instant that it
was your car, but never thought to worry at the time. Sure it would be
disappointing to lose it in the fourth turn one more time, but that was the
year you were going to win that 8th Championship. Right? I couldn’t have been
more wrong.
I remember how it slowly began to dawn on everyone
that it was taking you a very long time to climb from that car. I remember
Mikey in Victory Lane, so happy with his first win, after so many tries. I
remember him craning his neck, trying to see back to that fourth turn when he realized
that you weren’t there with him. I remember Junior, on a dead run to get back
to your car, and I remember Darrell Waltrip, in his initial stint as a FOX
broadcaster, so elated at first for his brother Mikey, then slowly coming to
the realization that something might be very much amiss with his long-time
friend. Mostly, I remember Kenny Schrader, the driver of the second car in the
accident, and the look on his face when he turned away from your car, which
he’d hurried to as soon as the cars came to a stop. I think most of us who have
known Kenny over the years were very sure in that instant that something
precious had been lost.
I remember FOX going off the air, and leaving the fans
to wait and wonder. I remember spending the next hour or more, alternately
switching sports channels and searching the Internet for any news. I remember
praying…a lot! Then I remember Mike Helton as that big, gruff man choked on his
own tears when he had to deliver in a shaking voice, the words, “We’ve lost
Dale Earnhardt.”
Well Dale, it’s been many years since you left us, but
as I sit here, looking at your picture and once more awash in tears, it seems
like only yesterday. Nothing was the same after that day in Daytona and for so
many of us, it will never be the same again. When you left, it was as though a
bright light had been turned off and all the luster that had been racing was
gone, leaving only darkness.
Today, I’m thankful that I have this fortune in
memories, and that I’m able to share them with my gentle readers. All I can say
to you now Dale is, “I still remember you…and always will.”
*Addendum – Following
Dale’s death, there were all manner of tributes offered on radio, recordings,
TV and any other means of communication and sharing one could name. Through the
generosity of YouTube I’ve selected some of the most moving. Some come straight
from the artist, while others use the song of choice as a fitting background to
the accompanying videos or slide-shows. As has remained my choice for 15 years,
the actual crash is not shown here, nor will it ever be.
This is very different from
our usual Classic Country Closeout. This is personal… extremely personal. This
article was never presented with either pictures or music. Today it is, and
please believe me, the pictures you’ll find in some of the videos will either
warm your heart or tear it apart… and some will do both. I don’t know about
anyone else, but I still light a candle at 7:03 on February 18 every year.
Remember? A million points of light to say, “Dale, we miss you!”
Be well gentle readers, and remember to keep smiling.
It looks so good on you!
~PattyKay
