Friday, December 30, 2011

Dale Earnhardt, hometown boy

THIS IS AN EXCERPT from the book Angel in Black: Remembering Dale Earnhardt Sr.:


Drive through a major portion of Kannapolis, N.C., nowadays, and there's an Earnhardt theme. Dale Earnhardt Boulevard starts off Exit 60 from Interstate 85 and is one of the major thoroughfares of the town. Dale Earnhardt Boulevard is on NC 3, which was changed from NC 136 on Oct. 22, 2002. 

And all along through there, you'll encounter the Dale Trail.

Judy Root, the communications director of the Cabarrus County Convention & Visitors Bureau, says that they came up with the Dale Trail because there was an almost constant flow into the visitors center of tourists wanting to find Car Town or Ralph Earnhardt's grave or Dale Earnhardt Inc. So the visitors bureau identified nearly 20 places and came up with the name the Dale Trail. 


• Angel in Black: Remembering Dale Earnhardt Sr. 
(a book of great stories)

The bureau designed a brochure with a stylized map that includes information and stories about Earnhardt.

"It was more in response to tourists coming to the visitors bureau, and many of them were just hungry for a connection with Dale and his community," said Root, who never met Earnhardt. She moved to Kannapolis in November of 2001, about nine months after Earnhardt died. "(They were) looking for Ralph's grave, wanting to see the statue in downtown, wanting to know how to get to Dale Earnhardt Inc. Those were the things that were drawing them here, where fans were asking directions. Also wanting to know where he grew up, the house where his family lived. We don't give exact directions to that, because his mom still lives there. It's still in Car Town.

"But we thought, instead of giving fans individually the directions how to get to these places, we would sort of connect the dots with some stories that related to his growing-up years here in Kannapolis."

Dale Earnhardt Boulevard and NC 3 are prominent on the Dale Trail, as is Earnhardt Road, which was long-ago named for an Earnhardt not in Dale's immediate family. Number 7 on the map is Main Street/Midway, where Main Street and the Dale Trail intersect. When Dale was a teenager, there was a slot-car emporium -- D&D Model Raceway -- and Dale won trophies here. Idiot Circle is where teenagers would cruise one side of West Avenue from Vance Street to 1st Street and then back on the other side of the traffic circle created by pull-in parking down the center. According to the brochure, Martha Earnhardt said that her son may have logged more miles around Idiot Circle than he did around racetracks.

Some places on the Dale Trail -- like Lowe's Motor Speedway, Sam Bass Gallery and the Richard Childress Racing -- are not in Kannapolis. The speedway and the gallery are in Concord, maybe 15 miles away, and RCR is about 40 miles away in Welcome, N.C., up Interstate 85 and Highway 52.

Bass's art, by the way, is prominent in the Dale Earnhardt Tribute Center on the corner of West Avenue and West B Street. The Tribute Center is Number 11 on the map.

And the brochure talks about places that aren't there anymore. Eddleman's Garage, for instance, is where Ralph Earnhardt perfected his mechanical skills while working on moonshiners' cars, and, yes, Junior Johnson was one of Ralph's customers. You learn about the Flying Mile, another place that has no landmark; apparently this is where moonshiners "hit the ground running" to test out their souped-up cars.

There's Car Town, the area where the Earnhardts lived, and Martha Earnhardt, Dale's mother, still lives there. You can find Car Town because of the street names -- V8, Chrysler, Dodge, Plymouth, Ford, Chevrolet and Cadillac. There's Cannon Village/Cannon Mills, where Ralph Earnhardt first met Martha. The mill buildings are being torn down to make room for the North Carolina Research Campus, a biotechnology center. One of the most prominent features of the Dale Trail is Ralph Earnhardt's gravesite at the Center Grove Lutheran Cemetery.


Dale Earnhardt Plaza has a nine-foot, 900-pound statue of Earnhardt smiling and folding his arms, plus a granite monument that was contributed by fans from New York and Vermont.


Also on the tour are Curb Motorsports, since Mike Curb owned cars for Earnhardt, and Kannapolis Intimidators Stadium, as the Piedmont Bollweevils of the South Atlantic League were named for Earnhardt. And there's even the Punchy’s Diner, Number 12 on the map; the owner knew Dale well, and they sold Dale’s Favorite Sandwich – a tomato sandwich.


The brochure even explains that Martha said that she'd make Dale a tomato sandwich at home with sliced tomato, sometimes lettuce, and Miracle Whip on white bread.


Perfect for a growing boy in a mill town.



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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The real Harry Hyde


I had just watched the end
of "Days of Thunder" on TV, and it took me back to the real Harry Hyde. Robert Duvall played Harry Hogge in 1990, but I met the real Harry Hyde the same year. He was the crew chief for Bobby Hillin, and the youthful Bobby was struggling while driving for the crusty Harry.


Bobby had told me that he probably was going to leave the team, and I needed to ask Harry about the situation (I was doing a story for Winston Cup Scene). Harry said he didn't have time to talk; he had to be at the drivers' meeting in a half hour. I kept after him and got a nice 15-minute interview.


And I made darn sure he made the meeting on time.

It's funny, but I think that Hyde admired my persistence.

Duvall did a nice job in the part, but he didn't match the crusty factor of the real Mr. Hyde. (I later learned that Harry wasn't so crusty with most people; apparently just with me.)


Oh, if you're wondering, Randy Quaid was Rick Hendrick; Tom Cruise was a sort of Tim Richmond character, and the Rowdy Burns (Michael Rooker) character was a cross between Dale Earnhardt and Buddy Baker. I've never met the others, but I've talked to Earnhardt, Baker and Hendrick often enough.


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A glimpse of the real Earnhardt

THE REAL DALE EARNHARDT was elusive, 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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