The Little Track by the Railroad Track ~ 2019
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(Author's
note: This article, originally entitled "Pretty Little Martinsville"
and written with love, first appeared in print on the pages of Insider Racing
News in October of 2003. It’s updated now to reflect the changing times, but
she remains to this day this lady’s favorite track. Race fans, put Martinsville
near the top of your “Bucket list.” You’ll be glad you did.)
I bid you welcome gentle readers, and of course a warm
and cordial greeting to our assigned reader of all things NASCAR on this cloudy,
cool day in the hills of North Georgia. It’s that time of year again… time for
Martinsville, my all-time favorite track on the NASCAR circuit… therefore, I
offer to you another time my love affair with the little short track by the
railroad track in Martinsville, Virginia.
Just a bit north of Greensboro, North Carolina and
nestled at the foot of the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains, one can find
Martinsville Virginia, home of the sweetest little short track on the Cup
circuit. Martinsville Speedway is rich in racing history, being one of the
original hosts of the first NASCAR racing series, "Modifieds" and
"Strictly Stock" which later became the "Grand National"
Series, “Winston Cup" Series, “Nextel/Sprint” Series and today the
“Monster Energy NASCAR Cup” Series.
The track was built by H. Clay Earles in 1947, and
debuted as a dirt track, which was all there was back then. "Dirt's for
racin'; asphalt's for gettin' you there." Building
Martinsville wasn't the easy task that Mr. Earles had envisioned, since the
$10,000 he anticipated spending turned out to be $60,000 before it was ready to
race on, but he persisted and on September 7, 1947, the first
cars rolled onto the brand-new track. Red Byron won the race and pocketed
the winner's share of the $2000.00 purse, $500.00. I wonder what Red
would say about the purses being handed out today.
Originally, the track had a seating capacity of 5000
fans, though at that first race only 750 seats were even in place. By 1949,
when NASCAR was a full-fledged racing entity, Martinsville was up and running
and hosted the sixth race of what we know today as the Cup Series, on September
25, 1949. (Byron won that one too) On July 4 of the previous year, NASCAR
sanctioned Modified stock cars raced there, and it was Fonty Flock taking home
the honors that day.
In 1955, Mr. Earles modernized his little Jewel by
adding pavement to her. Some folks might tell you that the same stuff is still
there, but that's not true. We’ll talk more about her pavement in a minute.
Martinsville has a unique shape, especially for a
short track. It's a long narrow oval, described by many as being the shape of a
paperclip. It has some banking in the corners (12º), but the straightaways are
pancake flat, creating a situation where a driver must accelerate hard on the
front and back stretches, then brake equally hard before going into the hairpin
turns at either end. Brakes are at a premium and even with all the technological
advances of today, Martinsville is the equal of the best and always manages to
park a few hapless drivers who have overused or burned out those brakes. For as
long as television has been covering races there, the broadcast media take
great delight in showing the viewers someone's brakes, "glowing cherry
red." Listen for it. They won't disappoint.
Passing on this track is a trick of its own, since it
is notoriously a one-groove racetrack and that groove is tight to the bottom.
Also on that bottom is a fairly high curb that can and will mess up your
afternoon if you climb it. A pass on the outside is a rarity and a pass on the
inside is difficult if the car ahead can hold the bottom.
The secret of course, is to move the car away from the
bottom, which can sometimes be accomplished by getting him a little
"aero-loose", but more often than not it's done by applying the
"chrome horn" to the rear bumper. That usually works, though it might
not garner many friends.
I haven’t heard yet if they plan to apply the “Coke
syrup” treatment this year, but my guess is they will. It has a fancy name that
consists of letters and numbers today, but “Back in the day” it was literally
Coke syrup and it was used for traction in the pits, so as not to spin tires
and rip out a gear or three on acceleration.
Another interesting facet is that pavement I mentioned
a while ago. It seems the transition areas between the flat straights and the
banked turns didn't hold pavement very well. Mr. Earles devised a way of making
it stay put that like so many things, is unique to Martinsville. The flats are asphalt,
but the turns are concrete, a combination sure to upset the handling of the
best of cars.
Over the years, some drivers seemed to develop a knack
for handling this tricky little half-mile (.526-mile to be exact), while others
continue to struggle. The overall champ would be Richard Petty with 15 wins,
followed by Darrell Waltrip (11), Jeff Gordon (9), Jimmie Johnson (9), Rusty
Wallace (7) Dale Earnhardt (6), Cale Yarborough (6) and Denny Hamlin (5).
Whatever the trick is to winning there, one thing is
certain. It involves good brakes, a lot of patience and at least a mildly
aggressive nature, though few of those drivers I just mentioned could be
described as “mild.” Saying, "Excuse me" won’t likely get it done.
I first discovered this little jewel sometime in
the 1980's and I fell in love with her immediately. She had grown
considerably from the 5000 original seats and housed over 20,000 fans at that
time. I understand that number at one point swelled to over 100,000, but like
most tracks, some of those seats are now unused. Back when I met her, the first
thing that greeted you as you entered the grounds was a huge free-roaming flock
of ducks and geese that made their home around a pretty lake situated just
outside the track.
They were friendly as can be and would follow you anywhere
with the slightest encouragement, like a piece of popcorn or a potato chip.
Unfortunately, they are gone now, sacrificed in the name of progress.
No one ever said exactly why the birds were removed, but I've always suspected
that some NASCAR higher-up or an influential sponsor slipped on something and
fell in it. I hope it stained his suit.
For the race fan, Martinsville is an amazing
place. There is scarcely a seat around the entire track from which you
can't see every inch of the action. A few at track level on the
backstretch have a limited sight range but are also very cheap. The fans
that used to buy those would usually go and stand up on the hill by the
railroad track to watch the race. Heck, folks never sit down at a race anyway,
do they? The railroad track that I mentioned was situated up the hill,
just behind the backstretch and just in front of the campgrounds. At least once
or more during every race, a train would come through and the engineer would
blow the whistle just to say "Hey Y’all" to the race fans gathered
there. The track now runs behind the campgrounds and out of sight of the race
track.
Beyond that, there is the subject most dear to the
hearts of race fans with ever-shrinking wallets, the cost of attending a
race. I figured this out many years ago, but someone actually made it
official some 15 years ago, and Clay Campbell assures me it’s still so today.
"The best all-around bargain in the sport, hands down, is Martinsville
Speedway," says Art Weinstein, staff writer for Winston Cup Scene, in a
2002 issue of that now defunct and much missed publication. WCS did a price
survey of all 23 tracks currently on the Cup circuit and came up with some very
interesting observations.
Tickets at Martinsville range from $40 to $75, and parking
is free. Soft drinks are $1 and hotdogs $2. Camping costs only $40 for the
entire stay, no matter if it's one night or the entire weekend. Would anyone
care to weigh those numbers against any of the other tracks, like the newer
cookie-cutters? For the price of a hot dog and a Pepsi at Martinsville,
you'd be extremely lucky to get a bottle of water elsewhere. Bear in mind,
these are 2002 prices and though they probably have increased through
inflation, I’m assured that Martinsville remains the most fan-friendly track on
the circuit.
Current president of Martinsville, Clay Campbell,
says, “This is something we have always
worked hard to do. My grandfather (H. Clay Earles) always believed that the
fans came first, and we have kept that legacy alive. People say this is a
sponsor-driven sport or a TV driven sport, but it's still fans who make the
sport go around, and we want to keep the sport affordable for fans."
Campbell continued, "We will always
strive to keep prices as low as possible. We want our fans to be happy and
that's the best way we know to do it."
(Editor’s
note: I can’t vouch for other prices, but the price tag on that “Martinsville
Hot Dog” remains at $2 as late as 2018. I can’t think of another thing anywhere
that is still the same price it was in 2002. Magnificent job Clay!)
Something else unique about Martinsville is the
winner’s trophy they hand out twice a year. Instead of awarding the race
winners another pretty shelf decoration, Martinsville gives them full-sized
Grandfather clocks. I have no idea what started that tradition, but it is
singular to this track every bit as much as her shape and her pavement. The
drivers all seem to think it’s a “Grand” idea.
Note to self: Find out where King Richard keeps
fifteen of those.
Well, let's see! We have here one of the oldest
tracks on the circuit, which has managed to survive where others failed. It's
located in one of the most beautiful parts of this great country. It offers
spectacular racing with no obstacles to viewing, and it does all this cheaper
than anyone else does, by far. I'm not sure what the fans of today are looking
for, but for this scribe's money, Martinsville has it all. She's been my
absolute favorite from the first day I set foot on her grounds and continues to
be so today.
The beautiful little lady finally did get a new dress
some years back, after she puked a chunk of concrete through the grille and
radiator of the #24 rainbow car, but even NASCAR knew that they couldn't better
the best, so the corners remain concrete, connecting the two asphalt drag
strips.
Yes gentle readers, I know that since I last visited
my little jewel at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains that controlling
interest has been bought out by ISC, which is merely an alias for NASCAR.
Fortunately for the track, Clay Campbell remains in charge of operations there.
I can’t give you complete price updates for anything but the hot dogs, but I’ll
wager it’s still cheaper than anywhere else. Beware the “historians” that will
rave about those hot dogs. The Jesse Jones “Red Hots” are back by popular
demand, but I’m sorry to say, they were the only thing I didn’t like about my
little jewel under the Blue Ridge. The fixins were
great, (Chili, onions, mustard and slaw) but those dyed red things, barely
related to any identifiable meat, I never could get past! I have Jeggings that
color for Heaven’s sake! I recall fondly that while Don munched a couple of the
red things, I simply had the same toppings piled on a burger, which looked and
tasted like beef, well cooked. I’m easy to make happy.
But no matter the owner or the year, with or without
the lovely lake or the birds that called it home, even with no beautiful
azaleas to be seen or no train to be heard, may she live long and prosper, for
she truly remains to this day the crown jewel of stock car racing… Pretty
Little Martinsville.
Time now for our Classic Country Closeout… before your
scribe starts screaming along with those in the broadcast booth. Really guys,
could you just calm it down to a dull roar? You’re scaring the children! This
week we’ll share an episode from that fabulous old show, the Old American Barn
Dance, and I do hope you like yodeling. (Kenny Roberts is probably the best
yodeler ever!) Please enjoy:
Be well gentle readers, and remember to keep smiling.
It looks so good on you!
~PattyKay