More than a Tribute, a Celebration

A little over 5 years ago, I nearly stopped watching races. It was very disconcerting not seeing “my” beloved #3 car on the track. I know I was, at the time, somewhat interested in watching Tony Stewart, but I could not yet call myself a fan. Most of my memories of NASCAR in the 1980’s and 1990’s consist of watching Dale Earnhardt out drive everyone else on the track. I had forgotten about the past glories of Bobby Allison, David Pearson, Buddy Baker, and Cale Yarborough. Dale Earnhardt was, in my mind, the greatest driver ever. Then, quite suddenly, he was gone.
I watched races without the levels of excitement and interest I had experienced watching Earnhardt. Often, I just couldn’t get into it, but something inside me told me to keep watching. Gradually, I learned that there are other talented drivers besides ol’ Ironhead.
So, now, on the eve of Dale Earnhardt’s birthday, I thank the Intimidator for all the great memories and all the great racing. I celebrate the hero that he was. I continue to try to be the best race fan I can, and to enjoy racing as much as I can. Happy Birthday, Dale, and, man, we miss you.