Remembering Neil Bonnett
|
I bid you welcome gentle readers, and a cordial
welcome is extended as well to our assigned reader of all things NASCAR. I
thought long and hard about should I or should I not reprise the articles that
have appeared at this time occasionally over many years. We have many new
readers since last I did so, so yes, I decided it’s time.
No, gentle readers, this piece is not brand new and for
sure, neither am I, but Sunday is still February 11, Neil is still dead and I
still miss him. If you’ve read it before, please read it again. I promise,
you’ll like it, though it might cause a tear or two to fall.
This Sunday, February 11, marks the 24th anniversary
of the death of racecar driver and broadcaster Neil Bonnett at Daytona
International Speedway in 1994. For an old-timer like me, it is quite startling
to realize that some of you reading this today have no memory whatsoever of
this wonderful man unless your parents have told you about him. If you'll keep
reading, I hope to rectify that.
Here at Race Fans Forever, several of us have been
asked by our readers to write on occasion about the history of stock car racing
and share it with the next generation(s) of race fans. Neil Bonnett fits
squarely into the middle of that history; not a pioneer, but taken from us near
the height of the sport's popularity… gone far too soon. Neil Bonnett was one
of my all-time favorite people and much of what you’ll read today comes from my
own memories, so walk along beside me down Memory Lane and I'll tell you a bit
about the great racer and the wonderful man that was Neil Bonnett.
Born and raised in Hueytown, Alabama, Neil married his
wife Susan and the couple made their home in nearby Bessemer, with their two
children, David and Kristen. He was a member of the famous, or some might
say, "Infamous" Alabama Gang, along with Bobby and Donnie Allison,
Bobby’s son Davey and Red Farmer.
Donnie Allison, Red Farmer, Neil
Bonnett, Bobby Allison
Neil Bonnett was a gentleman, or a gentle man; either
way works perfectly, unless you're talking about behind the wheel of a
racecar. There, Neil was a tiger, determined to beat the best at any
cost. The first time Neil really caught my eye was driving the
#75 to victory for Rahmoc-Warner Hodgdon in the World
600 at Charlotte, although he'd already been on the Winston Cup circuit for
several years by then. In 1984, he earned a bid from the then almost
invincible Junior Johnson team, as a stable mate to Darrell Waltrip. Neil
stayed there for three years, somewhat to the dismay of Ol' DW, who never
wanted a teammate in the first place. Eventually, both drivers left the Johnson
team in the same year, 1987, with Darrell going to Rick Hendrick and Neil
returning to Rahmoc.
In early 1988, Neil took the last two victories of his
career in successive races at Rockingham and Richmond, driving for the Bob Rahilly-Butch Mock team. Those wins still stand today
as the last wins for the #75 car, regardless of owner, but as things in racing
go, he moved on from there to the famous #21 of the Wood Brothers in
1990.
It wasn't long into that year when things took a turn
for the worse for Neil. At the Transouth 500 in
Darlington that spring, while he was riding in the middle of the pack, there
was action going on at the front. At a restart after a caution, Ken
Schrader was on the point, and underneath him, 14 laps down, was Ernie
Irvan. The green flag waved and you might have thought it was the white,
the way they went after each other. It's not for me to say whether Kenny
didn't realize how many laps down Ernie was, or Ernie just pushed too hard, but
lap after lap they remained side by side, proving nothing, until the inevitable
happened and one got into the other, causing a horrific wreck behind the lead
cars. Somewhere in the middle of the mayhem was the #21 and when all the
spinning and crashing had ended, it was damaged on every side but the top, and
the driver was not moving.
Neil sustained a concussion in that wreck, so severe
that he lost all memory. When he was finally released from the hospital,
he returned home to a family he did not recognize, referring to wife Susan as
"that woman,” and having to be introduced to his own children. It
was a hellish few months for the family as gradually bits and pieces of his
life returned to memory and the racing world watched and worried.
With all the doctors agreeing on the fact that racing
was out of the question, this man who loved it so, stayed close to his
sport by becoming a race commentator for CBS and TNN, and fans immediately
took to his down-home descriptions of all things racing. "Tight is when
you see the wall before you hit it. Loose is when you don't get to see
the wreck." As biased as some race fans can be, I don't think there was a
single one who didn't love Neil Bonnett. He just had that friendly, neighborly
way about him, on the TV screen and in real life.
So popular was he that TNN gave him his own show
called "Winners", where a dressed down Neil interviewed racing
personalities from every venue of the sport, from his own living room. The fans
were happy, and we all hoped that Neil was too, but that love of racing
was still in his heart and he longed to go back to it. In 1993, he
finally got medical clearance to get behind the wheel again, and spent
time testing for Richard Childress racing, on the recommendation of his best
friend and fishing partner, Dale Earnhardt, who raced for Childress.
Neil Bonnett - #31 - 1993
Talladega
By Talladega that July, the pair convinced Richard to
field a second car for Neil, and for the only time I can remember, there were
two black Goodwrench Chevrolets in the race. The experiment didn't turn
out as well as expected however, and Neil's car, with a bit of help, wound up flying
into the catch fence in a frightening imitation of Bobby Allison's crash in
1987. (The one that started the whole restrictor plate thing) He did start a
Western Steer sponsored car for RCR in the finale at Atlanta that year, but
blew an engine 3 laps into the race.
Not in the least discouraged, Neil found a sponsor in
Country Time Lemonade for a limited run in 1994, and prepared to go racing in
James Finch’s #51. On February 11 of 1994, word came from the speedway
that Neil had been injured in a practice crash, but once Susan, who had been en route from Alabama, arrived at the track, first she, and
then the racing world received the news that Neil had died in the wreck.
Ironically, it happened in the same fourth turn that seven years and one week
later would claim the life of his best friend.
I guess no one will ever know what role, if any, the
controversial Hoosier tires he was running on the car played in the wreck, but
in the end, maybe it really doesn't matter. The tires are gone, but so is
Neil. Gone, but definitely not forgotten, this gentle man who won the
hearts of so many.
[Note* A second driver, young Rodney Orr, the 1993
Goody’s Dash Series Champion was also killed in a practice crash at Daytona
that year, driving on those same Hoosier Tires. Their deaths brought to 27 the
number of racers killed at the giant track of Big Bill's dreams. On February
18, 2001, Daytona would claim its 28th and to date final victim, 7-time
Champion Dale Earnhardt… and at last… someone listened.]
Twice in the season before, Neil had used his
“Winners” program to eulogize a fellow racer, those drivers of course being
Alan Kulwicki and Davey Allison, tragically taken from us in 1993. The week
after Neil’s death, TNN ran a final episode of "Winners", dedicated
solely to Neil and his great impact on the sport of auto racing. Over his
career, Neil accumulated 18 wins, 20 poles, and 156 top-10 finishes in 363
starts. Over his lifespan, so tragically shortened, he won the respect of
family, friends, and millions of race fans who loved to see him race and loved
to watch his familiar antics on the TV screen. So moved was his best
friend Dale, that a full two years later, when asked by some witless reporter
if he still missed his Buddy, he replied, "Hell yes! I still can't
even go fishing in my own pond."
I hope that I have managed to impart to you at least
some of my feelings about Neil here, and that those of you who never met him
might feel that you know him a bit better for having taken this trip down
Memory Lane. As I said in the beginning, he was a gentle man. May
he rest with the Lord, and may he never be forgotten on earth.
There are so many songs and tributes to fallen drivers
or drivers in Heaven that it’s almost impossible to choose among them. I’ve
spent a morning replaying many of them once again, and what I came up with was
the very first one I reached for. I guess I should have trusted my instincts. This
song comes from an album I’m proud to own. The album is “Racing’s Country
Roots” (Songs of the Alabama Gang.) The artist on this song is T. Jae
Christian, and the song is simply called, “Reminiscing.” You’ll see why I chose
to play it today.
In case I failed to fully describe to you what a
special sort of person Neil Bonnett was, here is the Winners program done in
his honor, the week after he left us. In this, you will see and hear what his
friends thought of this dear man.
In answer to the question I know will inevitably
follow this article… yes… next week in this space you’ll find my personal
tribute to the late, great Dale Earnhardt, now racing on Heaven’s Raceway for
17 long years, come next Sunday, February 18.
Be well gentle readers, and remember to keep smiling.
It looks so good on you!
~PattyKay