INDIANAPOLIS — A million Februarys ago, after shooting the post-race breeze with a public relations man in the office at Florida’s New Smyrna Speedway, I was crossing the dark infield to get to my car, which was parked outside the backstretch. From out of the shadows, a loud voice said,…
INDIANAPOLIS — A million Februarys ago, after shooting the post-race breeze with a public relations man in the office at Florida’s New Smyrna Speedway, I was crossing the dark infield to get to my car, which was parked outside the backstretch. From out of the shadows, a loud voice said,…
INDIANAPOLIS — A million Februarys ago, after shooting the post-race breeze with a public relations man in the office at Florida’s New Smyrna Speedway, I was crossing the dark infield to get to my car, which was parked outside the backstretch. From out of the shadows, a loud voice said,…
INDIANAPOLIS — A million Februarys ago, after shooting the post-race breeze with a public relations man in the office at Florida’s New Smyrna Speedway, I was crossing the dark infield to get to my car, which was parked outside the backstretch. From out of the shadows, a loud voice said,…
INDIANAPOLIS — A million Februarys ago, after shooting the post-race breeze with a public relations man in the office at Florida’s New Smyrna Speedway, I was crossing the dark infield to get to my car, which was parked outside the backstretch. From out of the shadows, a loud voice said,…
INDIANAPOLIS — A million Februarys ago, after shooting the post-race breeze with a public relations man in the office at Florida’s New Smyrna Speedway, I was crossing the dark infield to get to my car, which was parked outside the backstretch. From out of the shadows, a loud voice said,…
INDIANAPOLIS — A million Februarys ago, after shooting the post-race breeze with a public relations man in the office at Florida’s New Smyrna Speedway, I was crossing the dark infield to get to my car, which was parked outside the backstretch. From out of the shadows, a loud voice said,…
It was impossible not to smile. A blue-collar Oklahoma kid named Christopher Bell had nosed his Joe Gibbs Racing Toyota into the lead with just over a lap remaining in the second NASCAR Cup Series race of the season, on the Daytona Int’l Speedway road course, and you could almost hear the whooping and hollering in living rooms across America.
The death this past November of legendary sprint car mechanic Kenny Woodruff reduced by one the ranks of American racing’s Knights of the Road, a generation for whom the highway was just one more obstacle the sport threw at a man.
