Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Stacked race cars


My wife Holly just sent
me a Facebook video in which there's a wreck in a sports-car race, and one car winds up on another car's roof!


It was funny to see, particularly with the announcer shouting in French, but I'd actually seen something like that before. I had just gotten to the Charlotte Motor Speedway pressbox prior to a Cup race, and a preliminary Legends race was being held. There was a wreck, and one Legends car wound up on another car's roof.


I watched that sports-car wreck three or four times on Facebook just now but couldn't tell how that car got on the other car's roof. All I saw was the second car sliding onto the other car.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Drawing a crowd

(NOTE: This story was written for The Racing Journal in 2008.)

DRAGGIN' THE LINE

By Tom Gillispie
TRJ Editor
JULIAN — Todd Tutterow was expected to be one of the big dogs at a packed Piedmont Dragway on Thursday, April 10.
But Tutterow, of Yadkinville, was making his first start of the season, and even he didn't know if his '41 Willy's was ready for the Big Dog Shootout. He'd done all he could, though, and it was time to qualify.
"If it is, it is, and if it ain't, it ain't," he said resignedly. "We should be ready."
He had taken a strong resume to Julian. He was the Farmington Dragway track champion in 1987 and the Sportsman Class Racers Association champion in 1989. He finished fourth in IHRA Pro Stock in 1991, and he won the Mountain Motor Shootout in 1993. He was the Quick 8 Racers Association champion seven times, most recently in 2005. He won the Big Dog four times, most recently in 2006. He was the North vs. South $50,000 winner in '04 and the Mean 16 champion from 2004 to '06.
He's run in the ADRL, the Big Dog, the Mean 16, the Mad Dawg, the Top Dawg and selected Outlaw Pro Mod races.
"I'm a big draw at that track (Piedmont Dragway)," Tutterow said. "A lot of fans pull for us to get beat. My wife has stated that I'm the Dale Earnhardt of Big Dog. Most of the time, I'm the big contender here. And 85 percent of the time, I'm the No. 1 qualifier. I've had the most rules changes against my car."
In the end, things worked out. Tutterow qualified first and made the finals in his blower-powered Willy's, losing to Ronnie Gardner of Greensboro in a nitrous-powered '68 Camaro. Gardner ran a 4.26-second, 170-mph final to Tutterow's 4.83-second, 152-mph final.
Tutterow, always looking for a victory, was thrilled with second.
"We lost in the finals. We had troubles in the finals, but we done good," Tutterow said. "I'm pleased. We done good considering the ways things were going. You can't win every race."
Tutterow says he didn't tune for the track on the last run.
"I didn't shake the tires, and the car overpowered the track; that's what we call it," he explained. "My car makes more power the cooler it gets, and the track gets slicker. I didn't adjust."
Tutterow says he works on his cars in the evening after working at his business, West Bend Grading. After 10 to 12 hours of grading subdivisions and such, he'll eat supper, then head to the shop for work on the Willy's and the Mustang, which he says is the world's fastest blown small block with street tires and mufflers.
He says his right-hand man is Neal Gordon, his crew chief. They do everything themselves, he added, except machining parts.
"We work during the day and race at night," he said.
Actually, he does more than that. He's also the crew chief this year for Randy Weatherford's cars and also helps Brian Williams, Andy Beal and others. He says that he won't lie to them, although sometimes he says nothing at all.
This all started 27 years ago when Tutterow started racing street cars in high school; then he worked his way up through the classes. But why would someone devote his life to racing?
"Speed, I guess," he said with a shrug.
"It's an obsession," interjected Denise, his wife.
"Competition," Tutterow added to the mix.
The Tutterows' two children, Ty, 13, and Tia, 10, both race junior dragsters. No surprise there.
"When you grow up in it and get involved, one thing leads to another," he said. "With my daughter, I was surprised (that she raced). "She was a dress-wearing girl."
Now she dresses to race, and her dad is pleased.
"I know where they're at," Tutterow said. "They're not at the mall."
He says he has several sponsors but is always looking for more. He used to race all over the country. Other than a trip to Tulsa coming up, he's staying mostly local this year because of fuel prices. He wanted to race Saturday at Dunn-Benson Dragstrip in Dunn. His goal?
"To win; that's what we go for," he said.
Tutterow probably had a few disappointed fans, though, since Dunn-Benson was rained out.
After his first run at Piedmont Dragway, fans milled around the car, talking with Denise and watching Tutterow. One man used a cell phone to take photos of Tutterow and the orange car with the hood off.
"A lot of fans love us, and a lot hate us," Tutterow said Friday, the day after the Big Dog. "We struggled a bit last night. I was busy, but I tried to talk to people the best I can. Without fans, they can't pay the purses they pay."
He says that he gets email everyday, and sometimes it's unusual. His favorite fan story involves a man from Roanoke, Va., who was in Strabane, Ireland, on business. The man was visiting a glass shop, and two teenagers approached him to ask about the Todd Tutterow shirt he was wearing.
The man said he was trying to figure out how there could be Tutterow fans in Ireland. They told him they'd seen several videos of Tutterow's Willy's on YouTube.com, and they mentioned some of Tutterow's races by name. The three discussed the drag-racing culture in Ireland.
Then the man went into a store, bought a shirt and gave them the Tutterow shirt off his back.
"So you now have recognition across the waters," the man wrote in his email.
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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

A glimpse of the real Dale


THE REAL DALE EARNHARDT was hard to find, but I saw him occasionally during my stint as a NASCAR writer from the mid-1980s to around 2000.

Usually, Earnhardt was surly or standoffish with reporters he hadn't known for a long time, and often he was rough on those of us he knew. Dale valued his time, and the last thing he wanted to do was spend time with us.

Then, every once in a while, he'd show us the real man.

In 1991, we had a heck of a storm at Talladega, and the race was going to be run on Monday. One of the reporters had lured Earnhardt into the media center, and Dale was talking about his plane. I eased over, got my tape recorder and joined the impromptu press conference.

Up to that point, I'd never gotten a straight answer out of Dale. He'd always given me a smart-aleck reply, or he'd walked away. Earnhardt must have been in a good mood that day.

I was doing a feature for Winston Cup Scene on drivers' dreams, and I wanted to include Earnhardt, who was a four-time champion at that point. When there was a two-second break in the Q&A, I said something like, "Dale, we don't expect you to win 200 races, but do you have your sights set on Richard Petty's seven Winston Cup titles?"

Without looking at me, Earnhardt answered that, yes, he did want to win seven titles or even eight. Petty was his hero, he said, but seven titles was his goal.

That year, there had been a rumble about Dale's age; his mother said he was 40, and he said he was 39 (my age later that year). After Dale answered my question, he stood up and looked me in the eye and talked to me man-to-man for the first time. He said, "Last week at Martinsville, I didn't know it was my 50th victory until somebody told me, but I knowed it was my 40th birthday, but I wasn't going to tell nobody!"

Dale stayed with us for at least two hours. When a TV monitor didn't work, he climbed onto a table and fixed it. When we played Hangman on a PR man's computer, Dale joined us. He wasn't great with words, but he was competitive. Big surprise.
He regaled us with stories, and he showed me his Rolex, a gift from a friend. I'd never seen one before.

Earnhardt wasn't a factor that day. Kyle Petty suffered a broken leg in a huge wreck that Ernie Irvan started. Harry Gant won the race even though he was running out of gas on the last lap. Rick Mast bump-drafted Gant on the backstretch, giving him enough momentum to cross the line first.

Mostly I remember Earnhardt finally showing his humanity. It wasn't the only time, though. I don't remember what year it was, but Earnhardt had just won an IROC race at Daytona. It was just one of 34 races he won at Daytona, but every victory anywhere was precious to Dale.

I was sitting at the end of the table, closest to the door in the Benny Kahn media center in the Daytona infield. I was typing furiously when suddenly I felt strong hands on my shoulders. Without turning, I looked straight over my head and saw a black Chevrolet cap, a big mustache and an ear-to-ear grin. I went "Whoa!", and the smile got even wider.

Earnhardt squeezed my shoulders again, then went down the line, alternating his fists and tapping each reporter on the shoulders.

Another time, we were entering the Indigo Lakes facility at Daytona Beach for an IROC luncheon. I got to the double doors, then looked back to see a bunch of women following us. I opened one of the doors, then looked across and saw Dale holding the other door. He was hunched over and grinning, making us look like a couple of fortyish kids playing a prank.

We rarely saw the real Dale. Sometimes Earnhardt was cross or a bully. But sometimes he was happy and at ease, and he was willing to let the enemy ... reporters ... see the man and the humanity beneath the black myth.

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