Saturday, May 8, 2010

Visit to the NASCAR Hall of Fame

Last Wednesday, I had a business meeting in Charlotte NC. Knowing the meeting was scheduled for morning, I planned to book my flight from Nashville to Charlotte for Tuesday evening. The person with whom I was meeting suggested I fly earlier and be his guest at a pre-opening, sneak peek tour of the NASCAR Hall of Fame. He barely got the word "NASCAR" out of this mouth before I could say "done!".

He and about three dozen others are part of a business school alumni group. Because of the variety of the schools represented, none of them have enough critical mass to form an alumni group of their own. So they all meet as a group about every two months at various business ventures in the Charlotte area. This month's meeting just happened to be at the new hall.

I thought our tour might be very limited. Instead, we got the full deal for a solid two hours - including our own tour guide. We got to ride the iRacing simulators, practice pit stops, observe a lot of the memorabilia, see a big panoramic video, tour the great hall where a lot of classic cars are stored on graduated banking from flat to 33 degrees, etc.

The hall gives each person a 'hard card' when you begin. You register your card and pick one of about eight drivers as your narrator. Needless to say, the King clued me in whenever I used my hard card to access an interactive exhibit. The card also allows you to log-in to the hall's website and find out more info after you go home.

As we were wrapping up our tour, I ran into Brad Daugherty (again) and Michael Waltrip at the HOF. They were there to tape their Showtime NASCAR shoe. I'm pretty sure neither intended to be spotted. But Brad was nice enough to shake my hand when I reminded him we sat next to each other on the plane to Vegas. Mikey kind of just nodded, but then he turned his back. He clearly didn't want to draw any attention.

The hall has over a dozen cars from past and present. The interactive technology is pretty cool. And what would NASCAR be without a nod to its current drivers and sponsors who help draw fans and pay the bills. If I left with any unmet expectations, however, it might be the limited amount of memorabilia.

Don't get me wrong. The stuff in the display cases is quite cool and is from some of the expected drivers - the Pettys, Earnhardt, Fireball, the Allisons, etc. And the hall included some car parts - some legal and some parts confiscated by NASCAR after instances of cheating...err, fudging.

It seemed, however, to be sparse. Maybe I feel this way simply because I didn't have the time to look at every detail or read every note card. The King had 200 wins and 7 championships. Earnhardt had 7 Cups and is arguably the sport's biggest figure today - even almost 9 years after his death. Yet the items on display for both were largely limited to the same size display cases as all others. Additional memorabilia will likely be collected for specific drivers as they are inducted to the hall each year and as the hall gets some age on it. Like all museums, I'm guessing some things will rotate on and off display.

After the HOF tour, we returned to a local law office overlooking the Carolina Panthers football stadium for an additional meeting, a bit of booze, and some appetizers. (Yes, believe it or not, toomuchcountry held his own with high-end beer, wine and fancy hors d'oeuvres vs. his normal Schaefer, summer sausage, and saltines.)

The featured speaker was Steve Hallam, the director of competition for Michael Waltrip Racing. Great guy. He spoke about his transition from Formula 1 to NASCAR. I had a chance to chat with him a bit before and after his remarks. One of his constant comments was his admiration of the fan dedication and interest in the sport, tracks, drivers, etc.

He had some really good one liners such as:
  • Bristol is as close you can get to ancient Rome in the 21st century.
  • A quick car in F1 is called...a quick car. In NASCAR, a quick car is called...bad ass.
It was pretty funny when he said he enjoyed the spectacle of Bristol as much as F1's Monaco - though he acknowledged his wife (who was there) didn't quite think the same way. As a car guy, he said competition is the same regardless of its form. I thought that was a pretty neat assessment.

Here are several pics I took during our two-hour tour.

Jimmie Johnson's 4 Sprint Cup championship trophies. Sadly, the display looks big enough for a fifth.

Rusty Wallace's 1989 The Winston trophy and Kodiak Pontiac after an all-too-close encounter with the Tide Ride of Darrell Waltrip.


A jacket worn by the Gipper, President Ronald Reagan, when he attended the King's 200th victory at Daytona's Firecracker 400 on July 4, 1984.

A couple of helmets worn by the late Adm Petty.

One of my favorite pieces of memorabilia in the hall - the red and white checkerboard crew pants from Bobby Allison's Coca-Cola team in the early 1970s. They're as ugly as homemade sin, but they are so iconic in drawing attention to a team's sponsor. Of our tour group, I was the only one to stay behind and take a photo. Even our tour guide didn't mention it.

For anyone reading this under the age of 30, you may not have known the teams didn't always have in-helmet radios. Crew members chalked messages on pit boards like these and stood on pit road trying to get their driver's attention - lap speeds, when to pit, knuckle down and race harder, etc.

A jaw-dropping display is Glory Road where cars from the beginning through today are on display on a simulated track with graduated banking from the zero degrees of the old Daytona Beach course to the 33 degrees of Talladega. I got pictures of just about all of them.

Red Byron's coupe owned by Raymond Parks. Mr. Parks was the first multi-car team owner. Red Vogt built the cars, and Parks used the cars to promote his legit businesses. (He couldn't exactly advertise his not-so-legit likker haulin' business.) Drivers like Byron, Lloyd Seay, and Roy Hall won often in Parks' modified and later NASCAR Strictly Stock series. He's up in his 90s now and simply must be selected for this year's NASCAR hall of fame class.

Herb Thomas' Fabulous Hudson Hornet. I simply can't imagine having a track full of these things do battle at Martinsville, Wilkesboro, and Darlington.

Lee Petty's Oldsmobile from 1959.

Fireball Roberts' lavender #22 Ford from early 1960s.

You're dadgum right this one is in here. The King's 1967 Belvedere.

Bobby Isaac's #70 Harry Hyde-prepared winged Dodge Daytona from 1969-1970.

Cale Yarborough's #11 Junior Johnson/Busch beer Olds 442 from 1979-1980.

Darrell Waltrip's Dew Crew ride from 1981-1982. I liked the way they chose to display DW's car right behind Cale's Olds - especially considering Cale wasn't a big fan of DW's mouth and nicknamed him Jaws. (Cale was an early adopter. The rest of us caught on later.)

Ironhead's Monte Carlo from 1998 when he won he Daytona 500.

And to acknoweldge the hall is a NASCAR HOF - not just a Cup one - the late Richie Evans' modified was included.


Here's another cool exhibit - The remains of the cars driven by Cale Yarborough and Donnie Allison following their last lap crash and scrap at the 1979 Daytona 500. We were told these were the original cars. But the paint and decals seemed to be in awfully good shape for two cars wrecked over 30 years ago. During that era, I think teams were still re-skinning cars as much as possible vs. tossing them on the scrap heap as has become the norm. I left wondering if Junior Johnson and Hoss Ellington had the presence of mind to hold onto these cars with a mental "what if?" about a future display - or if the hall operators simply did a pretty realistic re-creation and is snowing its visitors.

This case includes the driving uniforms and other memorabilia of Janet Guthrie and Wendell Scott. I'm sure a debate will soon begin if this case represents enough space and is done in the right way to show the impact of non-white, non-male drivers and other participants. For opening day, I think its fine.

Here's the Union76 observation ball from Daytona International Speedway.

The hall does have some quirks about it. Some of the interactive features didn't work with my registered 'hard card'. I didn't sweat it too much and just moved on to the next exhibit. If I were a paying customer, however, I wouldn't be happy. And if the staff end up constantly trouble-shooting cards or displaying 'out of order' signs, lines will grow long and tempers will get short.

The other odd thing to me is some of the details. In an art museum, a professional curator works to understand and document everything about an artist, the medium, and sometimes even the meaning of the art. I've never been to any other sports halls of fame, but I'm guessing they do a good job of cataloging and documenting their collections.

But I picked up on a few things that didn't seem quite right. For example:

A Winston Cup Grand National Series sticker on Bobby Isaac's car. RJ Reynolds didn't begin sponsoring the Cup cars until 1971. The winged Chargers ran in 1969 and 1970.

A Petty Engineering Ford crew shirt supposedly from 1969. The company formed by Lee Petty was originally known as Petty Engineering. But somewhere in the early 1960s, he, Richard, and Maurice re-named it Petty Enterprises. And in this picture from 1969, the crew shirts clearly show Petty ENTERPRISES vs. Engineering. So I left confused.

Glory Road displayed this Bobby Allison Miller Buick - one that had been transitioned to a second life in another series. It seemed weird to me that the chose to include this one with its additional non-NASCAR series decal - especially since this really wasn't one of Bobby's key cars over the years. Seems one of his AMC Matadors, the gold #12 Stavola Miller Buick in which he won his final Daytona 500, or his white #22 DiGard Miller Buick in which he won his only championship would have been a better choice.


Overall, the whole evening was a very cool experience. After the tour and Hallam comments, it was on to dinner and then a successful meeting on Wednesday. A great trip all the way around.

My one regret? Forgetting to add my own special touch to the hall. I should have taken a Schaefer empty and left it amongst the other special memorabilia.

TMC

Monday, May 3, 2010

Just Say I Love Really Thin Pancakes

After a weekend of mind-numbing coverage of middle Tennessee rains and flooding, I needed some lighter ways to pass the remaining hours. I found it on TBS last night - yet another airing of Talladega Nights. The movie has become TBS' 2010 version of 2009's Shawshank Redemption. Its on just about all the time now. In this case, however, the juvenile-humored, NASCAR-themed movie was just what I needed.

In watching it, however, one scene triggered a thought with me. Actually, it was the omission of part of it that made me take notice.

When we went to Vegas for the race in February, we went to IHOP twice for breakfast. I remember taking the picture below, but it then dawned on me last night I forgot to include it as part of the race re-cap blog. Sure enough, there it was - still sitting on my cell phone micro-SD card.

It immediately reminded me - then and again last night - of the great scene when Ricky Bobby first meets his new French rival. Sadly the bulk of this clip was scrapped for the TV version to squeeze in extra commercials for the George Lopez show.



Visual cues are a wonderful thing. Almost as wonderful as the line "Its dangerous and inconvenient. But I do love Fig Newtons."

TMC

Friday, April 30, 2010

2010 Coke 600 - Getting the itch

One month from tonight - May 30, 2010 - the green flag will unfurl on the 2010 Coca-Cola 600 at the re-renamed:

I realize most folks caved and for many years called the track by its now-gone hardware store name. But for me, its always been just "Charlotte".

If the good Lord's willing and the creek don't rise, I'll be at the 600 for the fifth time in six years. It'll be my seventh 600 and my ninth Charlotte race overall with visits to the fall race in 1992 and 1993.

My first 600 was in 1994 when Jeff Gordon won his first career Cup race. Look at about the 2:17 mark. Right in the center of the picture. Did you see me? I was the one booing.



For my first two or three 600s, my friend and I didn't get to do much tailgating. Oh, we had the celebratory Schaefer - no question. But we didn't take the time to do the full set-up.

That all changed about five years for me. We hooked up with a great crowd of folks from all over the place. Though I barely know any of them and only see them once per year, we always easily fall right back into having a great time.

So what do our plans look like? Maybe a bit like this:

Saturday

Listening to NASCAR stories and some purty-good original songs by syndicated NASCAR writer, Monte Dutton...




Nationwide race after lunch...

After the Nationwide race when the sun goes down? Well, Charlotte isn't Vegas. But in this case, what happens at the track will stay at the track.

Sunday

Super-competitive, no-holds-barred, knock-down-drag-out, steel-cage-match cornhole tournament...

Indy 500 on tailgating TV (just happened to think...when Danica falls out early ya reckon she'll make a beeline for Charlotte to see how the Cup guys git 'r done?)

Coca-Cola 600 Sprint Cup race...

The racing, story swapping, song singing, back slapping, and food eating are all critical elements of a top-shelf race weekend. And the reunion of the Schaefer Hall of Fame members is always a highlight of my visit. To complement all of the festivities, however, its a must-do to break out all the Schaefer swag including but not limited to...

Inflatable cans!

Schaefer koozies!

The race debut of the custom-painted, die-cast, Schaefer Buick of Al Loquasto built by the GaPettyFan!

The well-traveled, much-autographed, Schaefer ring of honor sign!

And the brew itself? Absolutely. Whadda have? Fully loaded? Or light on the calories?

And you better believe it'll be flowing freely. One of our HOFers has hit the jackpot in landing a Schaefer gold mine connection.

After cobbling this thing together, I'm jacked up and ready to roll! Can we head to the track right now?

TMC

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

April 28, 1995 - The arrival

Fifteen years ago, a pretty amazing, prideful, humbling, and scary event occurred - the birth of my son. From a blogging perspective, I generally refer to him these days as toomuchtexting.

I still vividly remember the nurse weighing and measuring the future TMT in the Chattanooga, TN hospital where he was born. Those key metrics every mom can't wait to hear (after hearing "ten fingers and ten toes") were captured in this cross stitch craft my wife did.

My wife is no race fan. She gave it a valiant effort by attending two races - one at Talladega and one at Atlanta. But I didn't convince her to join the legion of fans. Plus, on April 28, 1995, she had just delivered her first child. So I guess I shouldn't be altogether surprised - even to this day - when she shot me first a stunned and then an angry look as I exclaimed to the nurse: "Hey! Did you just say 7 lbs, 11 oz and 21 inches? That used to be Kyle Petty's sponsor and car number. That's awesome!"

Unimpressed doesn't even begin to describe her mood as I naively endorsed the results from the scales and tape measure.

To date, I suppose her attitude towards racing has prevailed in his rearing. Despite my passion for racing, he doesn't particularly care much for it. He did stop by the TV briefly Sunday as he saw three columns of thundering cars during the Talladega race. That stunned him a bit watching it.

So maybe there is a possibility yet he'll climb aboard. Keep hope alive, and I love the little rascal more than ever before.

TMC

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Book Review: He Crashed Me So I Crashed Him Back

Good racing books and good racing movies are in short supply. Great racing books are even more rare. Links to my favorite racing books have been available since day 1 of this blog. Until about a couple of months ago, the list was static. But I recently added a new one - Mark Bechtel's He Crashed Me So I Crashed Him Back.

Many who have followed NASCAR for a long time often claim 1992 is still the most memorable Cup season. It included a tight points battle between Davey Allison, Bill Elliott, and Alan Kulwicki; Richard Petty's last season; Jeff Gordon's debut; The Winston's One Hot Night finish; etc. The late David Poole from the Charlotte Observor wrote a fantastic, now out-of-print book about that lauded 1992 season.

In Bechtel's book, however, he presents a very compelling case for the 1979 Cup season to at least be in the discussion. After reading his book, I have to admit its tough to debate 1979 isn't #1 or at least #1A.

Without giving too many of the neat stories away form the book, consider some of the historical facts from that season:
  • Cale Yarborough was attempting to win a 4th straight championship driving for Junior Johnson.
  • Richard Petty's driving future was uncertain. His winless streak extended from mid-1977 through all of 1978. In addition, he had surgery for stomach ulcers in the 78-79 offseason. No one was quite sure what to expect from the King as the 1979 season opened at Riverside in January.
  • Donnie Allison and Cale Yarborough wrecked on the final lap of the Daytona 500. Richard Petty passed them both and ended his winless streak.
  • CBS Sports was there to cover the famed finish.
  • Kyle Petty debuted as a race driver in the Daytona ARCA 200 ... and won!
  • David Pearson's unbelievable run in the Wood Brothers Purolator Mercury from the early 1970s through 1978 came to an abrupt end after a pit miscue at Darlington.
  • Ralph Earnhardt's boy, Dale, showed up with a mop of unkempt hair as a rookie in 1979. It didn't take him long to tell the veterans who he was.
  • Franklin, TN's Darrell Waltrip had finally arrived. He said he came to Cup to not only beat Richard Petty but to knock the King off his throne. As the season wound down, it looked like his rhetoric may become reality. In the end, however, the King rose like a Phoenix, pocketed five wins and the championship.
  • The King and DW battled like two heavyweights in the spring Darlington race. They passed each other multiple times in the last few laps - including passes in places on the track where it simply can't be done. Waltrip won the battle and got a nice trophy that day, but in the end it was the King who won the war.
  • ESPN was not yet a household, cable network. The Daytona 500 was the first big-time NASCAR race shown in its entirety.
I thought I had a pretty good inventory of trivia in my noggin and scrapbooks about the 1979 season. But this book included many anecdotes I'd never heard before.

Because many of the stories were fresh to me and based in part with interviews with varying drivers, owners, promoters, etc., Bechtel could have made an error without my knowing it. However, the only obvious one I spotted was his reference to Holly Farms Chicken as Cale Yarborough's sponsor in 1979. As many times as the Daytona 500 last lap wreck has been replayed, you'd think he and his editors would automatically remember Busch beer as Cale's sponsor. Otherwise, the book is well researched and well written.

Top honors in my book! A full 6 pack of Schaefer for He Crashed Me So I Crashed Him Back!

TMC

Saturday, April 10, 2010

A Schaefer Shuttle launch

The oft-mentioned, self-created NASCAR Schaefer Hall of Fame has 5 members:
  • One in Charlotte NC
  • One in Wilmington NC
  • One in High Point NC
  • One in Cleveland OH
  • and yours truly.
UDR is the most recent inductee into the HOF. His induction ceremony was at the Coca-Cola 600 in May 2009. While not a huge beer drinker and not even my own uncle, he is a fervent supporter of the HOF, always enjoys the ceremonial Schaefer brew at each race weekend we gather, and is a great ambassador for the Schaefer tradition.

Earlier this week, he raised the bar for the rest of us. He and his nephew-in-law made the road trip from Cleveland to Cape Kennedy, FL to not only witness the launch of the space shuttle Discovery but also to commemorate the occasion with a Schaefer.

Of course, what would a road trip be without quality side trips. After a a brief stop at a fellow HOFer's house in Charlotte, they were on their way.

First stop: Old school. Rockingham in the sand hills of North Carolina. To paraphrase former boxer Larry Holmes, California Speedway couldn't carry The Rock's jockstrap.

After a Schaefer and a photo op, it was back in the truck and on to the next destination: Darlington. UDR told the ticket office folks what he wanted to do. They told him the track wasn't open for tours. They also advised him, however, the Buck Baker Driving School was open. So he thought it was worth a shot to schmooze them to see if he could pull it off. Success!

Because they were already in the neighborhood, the war cry of "why not?" sounded. So off to the Buck Baker school for a short run. (Notice the absence of Schaefer in the following photo. Even UDR knows you'll run a'foul the law if you drink and drive a (race) car. Take note of that kids.)

After what I'm sure what was a rush to drive around the lady in black, UDR got back in his Chevy and headed way south...to Daytona Beach!

He was there...almost. Just a short hop, skip, and jump to the Cape. And he still needed to make sure the Schaefer made it to the viewing area with him. He did a dry run the day before the launch. He met a security guy and explained the Schaefer tradition. Upon hearing it, the guard laughed and started singing the Schaefer commerical jingle:

Schaefer... is the... one beer to have
When you're having more than one

UDR told him he wanted the photo op at the launch. He was greeted with a smile and the OK to get the shot.

So at 6:21 AM EDT on April 9, 2010, UDR took the Schaefer HOF tradition to new heights by having Schaefer photographed 3 seconds into the successful launch of STS-131 Discovery.

The column of smoke in the following photo is 20 seconds into the launch. While UDR didn't tell me any particulars about the picture, I'm hoping he was swilling that well-traveled beer after such a tremendous job-well-done.

Sal-OOT UDR! Now...um...uh...if you could maybe get one of the astronauts to smuggle one into space for us? Maybe give it a spin or two in zero-gravity? Think about it.


TMC