J.D. McDuffie
General
This is a great story about the one of the last truly independent racers. I was at The Glen that day as PR rep for Dale Sr. and Goodwrench. That morning the team had talked about racing against J.D. the night before. I had not gone, as Dale's business manager and one of my bosses, went with him.
I was down in our pit and had just watched the tail of the field come by and remember seeing J.D. and Jimmy Means head downhill to turn one. We were located down pit road toward pit out. News slowly came down that it was bad. When the red flag came out Ihad to stay with Dale Sr. for awhile. We knew it was bad. Having been involved in the NASCAR experience for a number of years, you know in what you don't hear. After some time several of us reps went up to the media center and saw the replay. We knew.
The clouds hung low over the top of the mountain and gave a sombering effect to the day. I went back to the Goodwrench hauler and saw our team scorer who was shaken. She had known J.D. for a long time and was friends with Jean, his wife. I tried to console her, and it was then that I saw one of those moments that stay with you. By then, there were anumber of other people around their respective team haulers. Several crew members from other teams were pulling J.D. s pit equipment, all in one wagon, and a jackup through the garage area to the truck. Among them were Henry Benfield and Gale Wilson. It was very sobering and brought tears to the eyes of many people. It sort of hit you then, this is real.
I can only imagine what Jimmy Means saw and felt, and to this day he does not wish to talk about that particular day. I can't blame him there.
It is hard to believe it has been twenty years ago. It's too bad that J.D. didn't get to retire on his terms. But he did things on his terms, and he died doing what he loved and knew how to do. He would probably enjoy a group like RR today, but would still be his quiet self.