coming across my first NASCAR race. The race is under caution and the first
thing I see is this car going down the front straight, the driver has unbuckled
himself, he is standing with one foot on the drivers seat and the other foot is
on the window opening, he is*** over the front of the car cleaning his
windshield. I didn't know who this nut was but it gave me a chuckle, I decided
to root for him for the rest of the race.
I watched him drive for 20 years or so. He was a hero. Heroes aren't suppose to
die. I wasn't a big F1 fan when Senna died but I felt it. I knew his death was
big. I knew what it meant to millions of people. Probably what I am feeling
now. At one time I was a huge NASCAR fan. I probably didn't miss a single lap
in 10 years. I started to lose interest about '95 when NASCAR got into the
business of designing race car bodies. All the constant rules changes and
annoying driver complaints really turned me off. "My Ford/Chevy is not fast
enough. NASCAR has to help, they need to fix my car to make it faster." I'm
reason to watch NASCAR was to follow Dale. Right now I don't have the desire to
ever watch another NASCAR race again. In my heart, NASCAR died last Sunday.
Dale, rest well my friend.