Ross
Staff member
Dale Earnhardt, Sr.
Perhaps the greatest NASCAR racer of all time, if not the most iconic. Aside from being a great driver, Dale Earnhardt was also a great father, husband, and all-around genuinely good guy.
At every track he went to, Dale raced to win... sometimes creating a little collateral damage to his opponents on the racecourse... hence his nickname, "The Intimidator." His determination to win knew no bounds, and even got him in hot water more than a few times, but he always patched things up and continued to focus on winning.
Perhaps the greatest reason why his death hurt me was because my Dad and I used to watch him all the time and cheer for him. My Dad and Dale also share many of the same personality traits, and they even look similar, so I had a kind of personal connection to Dale as well.
Perhaps the saddest part of Dale's life was the tragic way it was taken from him... on the last turn of the last lap of the 2001 Daytona 500 (Daytona 500 being the biggest and first race of the year for you non-NASCAR people). Dale Sr. was sitting in 3rd, in the middle of a 3-wide race to the finish. Ahead of him were teammate Michael Waltrip and son Dale Earnhardt, Jr. In an uncharacteristically unselfish act, Dale Sr.'s car visibly slowed down in an attempt to keep the competition from making a run on his teammates in front of him. One of the cars he was blocking struck his back bumper, which turned his car and sent him into the outer wall at 150 mph, killing him virtually on contact with a fatal neck injury. He was about two months shy of his 50th birthday.
I just watched the clip on youtube, and now I have tears in my eyes.
Perhaps the greatest NASCAR racer of all time, if not the most iconic. Aside from being a great driver, Dale Earnhardt was also a great father, husband, and all-around genuinely good guy.
At every track he went to, Dale raced to win... sometimes creating a little collateral damage to his opponents on the racecourse... hence his nickname, "The Intimidator." His determination to win knew no bounds, and even got him in hot water more than a few times, but he always patched things up and continued to focus on winning.
Perhaps the greatest reason why his death hurt me was because my Dad and I used to watch him all the time and cheer for him. My Dad and Dale also share many of the same personality traits, and they even look similar, so I had a kind of personal connection to Dale as well.
Perhaps the saddest part of Dale's life was the tragic way it was taken from him... on the last turn of the last lap of the 2001 Daytona 500 (Daytona 500 being the biggest and first race of the year for you non-NASCAR people). Dale Sr. was sitting in 3rd, in the middle of a 3-wide race to the finish. Ahead of him were teammate Michael Waltrip and son Dale Earnhardt, Jr. In an uncharacteristically unselfish act, Dale Sr.'s car visibly slowed down in an attempt to keep the competition from making a run on his teammates in front of him. One of the cars he was blocking struck his back bumper, which turned his car and sent him into the outer wall at 150 mph, killing him virtually on contact with a fatal neck injury. He was about two months shy of his 50th birthday.
I just watched the clip on youtube, and now I have tears in my eyes.