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I am so sorry I didn't meet JT's wife. He was my first racing hero.
I am so sorry I didn't meet JT's wife. He was my first racing hero.
I did not meet Glenn, unfortunately. Somewhere in my archives I have a photo of his car and our old Limited running side-by side in a big show at Wilson.
I was honored to meet both you and your dad, Dennis and particularly enjoyed "Winding Wayne" relating to me getting into the Carlton Lamm ride when Farmer John Matthews hurt his back.
His mom won't let him play football for fear of injury (she knows I dislocated my hip and now have severe issues) and I guess I won't be the one to recommend a remedy to quench the fever.
We were huddled in the V.I.P. tent with the rain pouring on Sat. That did not stop the Cub Scouts from presenting our Nation's Colors nor the National Anthem from being sung.
Immediately following, the entire Wendell Scott family intoned the most famous words in sports and the rumble of race engines firing all around the grounds vibrated the ancient Occoneechee earth. Probably awakened some old Indian spirits.
My 11 year old grandson turned to me and shouted, "Grandpa, when they start those engines it makes your chest pound and your heart feel funny - but a good funny."
If he only knew.
At Talladega in the 80s, I had a Wrangler VIP Suite at the exit of pit road, just before turn 1. After the green flag, I always marched our 80 or so suite guests down to the fence, so they feel their clothes getting sucked off as the cars came by in the draft on lap two. No way to experience that in a suite.
Steve, there is no doubt that watching telecasts in the haze and smog and trying to pick out cars during the live telecasts from the old Ontario track are from a different technological age than the multiple camera shots I saw today of Matt Kenseth's truck arm problems at Dover and the accompanying aftermath.
I've never seen a race on television that I enjoyed more than one live at the track, however I'm in Tim's camp as far as the recliner, unfortunately. I don't miss the high ticket prices or the race traffic or the sunburn or freezer burn.
I do miss many other things. Perhaps today's product is inferior or perhaps age has tarnished my memory of how great I thought some of the things in my youth actually were.
Today, as I counted how many laps down Danica was each time she was passed by the leaders, I was forced to pinch myself and remember how far back Jody Ridley was in the Donlavey #90 at Dover when leader Cale expired and Jody won. I also had to remember races when Richard had a multiple lap lead at the end and only 25% or less of the field finished.
I do think I have some selective memories of how wonderful things were. However, I do believe that back in the day more drivers were recognized by a single name or nickname than today's vanilla TV bunch. Personally, I could use a little more drama and fireworks. I want to hear a driver call another a weenie and mean it.
I saw in the Charlotte paper where a former RR member, Jim Reep had lost his dad who used to work around Dick Beaty and other now retired or deceased NASCAR officials at Charlotte Douglas Airport.
The obituary has a link where condolences may be posted.
James L. Reep
James L. Reep CHARLOTTE - Mr. Reep, 92, of Charlotte, NC, passed away on Sept. 27, 2012. He was born on Mar. 18, 1920, in Forsyth County, NC, raised in Greensboro, NC, and was the eldest son of Thomas Harry and Mary Garmany Reep. He was preceded in death by his parents, his daughter, Lynda Sue; and two brothers, Lawrence and John Reep.
He was a member of Steele Creek Presbyterian Church in Charlotte where he had been a deacon, member of the Community Bible class and had served on the cemetery committee.
He was a charter member of the Carolina Historic Aviation Commission and a member of the Piedmont Airlines former employees' club "Jet Piedmont". He was also a past president of the Westbury Optimist Club and the Mecklenburg Bee-keepers Association.
Mr. Reep held an aircraft and power plant mechanic's license. He also held a SEL pilot's license. Flying was a love for him which he enjoyed very much. He retired from Ace Elevator Co. in 1985 where he was a mechanic.
Survivors include his wife, Bettye Sue, Charlotte; his two sons, Tommy A. Reep (Roberta), Midland, TX, and James L. Reep, Jr., Charlotte; his grandson, Travis Reep, Charlotte; his two great grandchildren, McKenzie and Coleman, Charlotte; and sister-in-law, Elaine Reep, Greensboro; Graveside services will be held at 11:30 a.m. on Monday, Oct. 1, 2012, at the Steele Creek Presbyterian Church Cemetery, 7404 Steele Creek Road, Charlotte, NC. His memorial service will begin at 1:00 p.m. on Monday in the church. His family will greet friends following his service. Memorials may be directed to the Steele Creek Presbyterian Church or to Hospice and Palliative Care, Charlotte Region, 1420 E. 7th Street, Charlotte, NC 28204.
Condolences to the family may be offered at www.mcewenpinevillechapel.com .
Here is a link to a 1951 Darlington photo posted by Dargan Watts mentioning Jesse James Taylor. Just click on the link below:
http://racersreunion.com/dargan-watts/gallery/4809/darlington-1951
When Tommie Clinard, Johnny Mallonee, Robert Turner and Cody Dinsmore see this, they may have info & pix.