Morgan Shepherd = BEAST

Good for him. But the thing about people jumping in to help. You never know when the other person has a gun or a knife. People are crazy nowadays.
 
Good for him. But the thing about people jumping in to help. You never know when the other person has a gun or a knife. People are crazy nowadays.

Yeah if it could have gone way different, with the tragic murder or Morgan Shepard.:(
 
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Morgan Shepherd=MAN! And a good man he is. Wonder if he could have caught the guy in his roller skates? I say Heck Yeah!
 
Morgan Shepherd is my hero...seriously.

When I first met him I was four or five years old. It was race weekend in Martinsville and like most of the drivers back then he was staying in Eden for the weekend. My dad and I were out eating hot dogs at a local place called Spuds (still there, new name now though).

My Dad pointed out an older looking fellow at the bar and asked me if I knew who that was. I was a huge racing fan by this age and could tell you the name of every driver, but I didn't know most of them past the name and car. He told me it was Morgan Shepherd and before he could stop me I was on my way to hassle the guy in the middle of his supper.

Dad tried to stop me but it was too late, I was talking up a storm (as I did back then). Morgan talked with me about racing for almost an hour, answered all my questions, told me stories, and never once did he seem like he was annoyed by a young fan interrupting his supper.

He was the first driver I ever met and let me tell you, I will never forget begin 5 years old, eating hot dogs, and talking racing with the great Morgan Shepherd.

A couple of years later I went to my first race with my Dad at Martinsville speedway, we were touring the pits on the Friday or Saturday before the cup race and bumped into Morgan again. He remembered us and even let me sit in his car! Do they even allow that anymore!?

I met him again years later (around 2005 I think) in Eden (my home town). We were eating pizza instead of hot dogs this time but the conversation was still all about racing. ;) Again he remembered who I was! Although this time I had to remind him about our first meeting, I had grown a lot since then. :D

Morgan is a class act. If you ever get the chance to meet him I encourage you to engage him in conversation. He is one of the nicest people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Anytime he makes the field I make sure to pull for him. I know the last time I talked to him he failed to make the field at Martinsville. Someone buy this guy some tires so he can get back out there and do what he does best! :D
 
Morgan Shepherd is my hero...seriously.

When I first met him I was four or five years old. It was race weekend in Martinsville and like most of the drivers back then he was staying in Eden for the weekend. My dad and I were out eating hot dogs at a local place called Spuds (still there, new name now though).

My Dad pointed out an older looking fellow at the bar and asked me if I knew who that was. I was a huge racing fan by this age and could tell you the name of every driver, but I didn't know most of them past the name and car. He told me it was Morgan Shepherd and before he could stop me I was on my way to hassle the guy in the middle of his supper.

Dad tried to stop me but it was too late, I was talking up a storm (as I did back then). Morgan talked with me about racing for almost an hour, answered all my questions, told me stories, and never once did he seem like he was annoyed by a young fan interrupting his supper.

He was the first driver I ever met and let me tell you, I will never forget begin 5 years old, eating hot dogs, and talking racing with the great Morgan Shepherd.

A couple of years later I went to my first race with my Dad at Martinsville speedway, we were touring the pits on the Friday or Saturday before the cup race and bumped into Morgan again. He remembered us and even let me sit in his car! Do they even allow that anymore!?

I met him again years later (around 2005 I think) in Eden (my home town). We were eating pizza instead of hot dogs this time but the conversation was still all about racing. ;) Again he remembered who I was! Although this time I had to remind him about our first meeting, I had grown a lot since then. :D

Morgan is a class act. If you ever get the chance to meet him I encourage you to engage him in conversation. He is one of the nicest people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Anytime he makes the field I make sure to pull for him. I know the last time I talked to him he failed to make the field at Martinsville. Someone buy this guy some tires so he can get back out there and do what he does best! :D

How special.. I love to hear stories like this. Stories like this are rare today. Thanks for sharing
 
How special.. I love to hear stories like this. Stories like this are rare today. Thanks for sharing
Funny how much things change in the span of 20 years or so eh?

I don't even see drivers around my town anymore when they race in Martinsville, back when I was a kid almost all of them stayed here. I guess it was cheaper to get a room for the weekend here than it was up in Virginia.

Aside from Morgan and a few others I never see drivers locally anymore. Maybe I'm just not looking hard enough.

I also met Harry Gant and Rick Mask (really hope I'm spelling those names right) when I was a boy. They used to meet the fans at the local dirt track (311 speedway) when the cup cars were racing in Martinsville. Those guys are also very nice in person.

I attended a race that got rained out at Lowes a couple of years ago. I saw a few drivers and waved but no one ever waved back (well one did: Mark Martin). Michael Waltrip was one that kinda pissed me off. He came zooming by on a golf-cart and when I waved he gave me this evil look, like I wasn't even worth his time. Shortly after a woman came by complaining that he wouldn't sign something for her. She wasn't mad that he wouldn't give her an autograph, she said "He was a dick!" and I'm inclined to believe her because she was also going on about how she'll never cheer for him ever again. Whatever he did, he really pissed her off.

He might have been in a bad mood or something but since then I've not been a big fan of him. It just left a bad taste in my mouth.

Morgan comes through every now and again, about once a year someone tells me that he was spotted at a local pizza place. It was honestly no surprise to me when I heard he had helped catch some shop lifters. That old man lives by the values we used to have back in the good old days.

Long time lurker btw, this thread is the reason why I decided to register. Happy you enjoyed my reply. If y'all don't mind I might stick around for awhile. :)
 
I also met Harry Gant and Rick Mask (really hope I'm spelling those names right) when I was a boy.
rick mast, i've enjoyed your stories also. glad you decided to register and hope you post more often. welcome aboard. :)
 
Super late model (dirt) is my favorite racing. We've met a lot of the drivers.
My parents used to take us every Saturday to the local dirt track. I used to look forward to that every weekend. That was a happy time, by age 6 my parents had divorced and we didn't go as often because Dad was working all of the time (I lived with my Dad from age 6 up til 18). So I remember that dirt track fondly...happiest time of my childhood.

Mom would always force me to take a nap around 3-4pm on Saturdays so I would be awake for most of the races. Without fail I would always fall asleep on the concert bleachers at some point. I guess that's why I sleep heavy now...'cause I spent so many years sleeping on the front strech while late models were roaring by.

Thank you for Rick's correct last name. I was trying to look him on google and couldn't find anything...now I know why! :D I still pronouce his name as "mask" though, hopefully that's close enough. :D

I'll be around. Mostly been reading old threads on here when I get bored. ^^
 
My parents used to take us every Saturday to the local dirt track. I used to look forward to that every weekend. That was a happy time, by age 6 my parents had divorced and we didn't go as often because Dad was working all of the time (I lived with my Dad from age 6 up til 18). So I remember that dirt track fondly...happiest time of my childhood.

Mom would always force me to take a nap around 3-4pm on Saturdays so I would be awake for most of the races. Without fail I would always fall asleep on the concert bleachers at some point. I guess that's why I sleep heavy now...'cause I spent so many years sleeping on the front strech while late models were roaring by.

Thank you for Rick's correct last name. I was trying to look him on google and couldn't find anything...now I know why! :D I still pronouce his name as "mask" though, hopefully that's close enough. :D

I'll be around. Mostly been reading old threads on here when I get bored. ^^

We grew up in the pit.. My dad and brother both raced. If we got home at 3 or 4 am, you bet we were up without argument to be at church by 9:45. :)
 
Awesome story. Most people would of just froze and watched the whole thing transpire but not Morgan. It would be an even better story if that Wal Mart helped sponsor him this weekend so he could run the full race and have enough tires and everything ;)
 
Awesome story. Most people would of just froze and watched the whole thing transpire but not Morgan. It would be an even better story if that Wal Mart helped sponsor him this weekend so he could run the full race and have enough tires and everything ;)
hint, hint Walmart
 
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