I think the year was 1990, and we were at North Carolina Speedway in Rockingham. I was standing in the Winston Cup garage near Dale Earnhardt's garage stall (probably a mistake in itself).
Suddenly, I felt something brush against my leg, and I realized that a car had just come rushing into the stall. Earnhardt's bumper had barely touched me!
I didn't see Earnhardt until later, and he was in his car and heading out to practice. For a moment, I noticed that the trademark mustache was wider than usual. He was grinning, like he'd gotten something over on me.
And he probably had.
I had another brush with Earnhardt that year at The Rock, but that story is for another day.
You can find this story and many others in my book, Angel in Black: Remembering Dale Earnhardt Sr., a 2008 product of Cumberland House Publishing.
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