I remember watching all the memorials on CNN.
I was always the racing expert, the go to guy, even in middle school. I remember a dozens times, kids asking me what the significance of Dale Earnhardt was. I wasn't much of an Earnhardt fan, but even I knew what it was even then. Earnhardt was the greatest driver ever to climb into a stock car. The black number three represented, to any other driver or any other drivers' fans, the evil spirit that would crush the competition and make it look easy.
Of course, the most vivid memory of Dale Earnhardt to me, was the 1999 Food City 500, the epilogue of 1995. There it was, that little $#!* won again, and every other car of every other driver who was a contender was swept up in this mess. Yet he loved that. And his fans loved that. That was just wrong man, his fans were cheering. I mean, there should've been a law against that.
There are parts of this country that are coal mining towns. There's a lot of Americans in Dale Earnhardt. He just wasn't human though, not on the track. Drivers came and went. Rusty, who dominated the circuit in wins, was fading to the back burner. Terry Labonte and Mark Martin weren't running too well. Ernie Irvan retired, and now we had Tony Stewart and Jeff Gordon. But one thing remained the same, there was the black chevrolet, with the white number 3. It still looked like the Batmobile. He was scary man. And somehow, someway, he was still winning races. 48 years old? Hut Stricklin, Lake Speed, Loy Allen, Jr., Darrell Waltrip and Harry Gant don't even run anymore and this guys still out there winning races.
In 2001, there it was, I thought it was any other normal wreck. There's Ironhead racing rough. The satisfaction of Michael winning amongst Darrell's retirement, it was overwhelming. Just a great atmosphere. And another season of racing underway. And then, we were flipping channels and passed by CNN. My dad called me down and told me Dale died. I laughed, because I didn't believe him. I looked on the TV screen, and there's Mike Helton, "We've lost Dale Earnhardt."
I watched some more, and then the next day, I was glued to Brian Williams and MSNBC. Everything everyone had said, between Darrell and Dale, unbelievable.
The greatest moment for me, ever, was when Kevin Harvick won the Atlanta 500. I was a Mark Martin fan, and I hated Jeff Gordon then as much as I do now.
Mark wasn't running well, and they were talking about he was going to retire soon. So, I had to cheer for another driver, who I would pull for for the next 20 years. Why not Harvick?
There he is with one lap to go in Dale's car. Driving down the back stretch and is side by side with my mortal image of Satan (the flames, haha). That moment, when Harvick one that race, was so surreal. It changed racing for me, the new era of racing.