Today vs Yesteryear and why
General
On Sunday, I'd hope the preacher would not be longwinded at ourSouthern Baptist church in Richmond. I'd get dad to give me the car keys, rush out of church to the parking lot and turn on Universal Racing Network on the car radio (after dad finally let me get a radio - AM only, of course, at the junk yard andinstall it myself in our '57 Chevy). It'd usually be another 15-20 min. before mom, dad and my sister got to the car. We used to have a 30 minute radio show in Richmond on WXGI Radio (the station was formed by two WWII Army buddies, ex-GI's, get it?) in the 60s named "The 5th Turn" hosted by Joe Kelly and Eddie Anderson that aired for 30 minutes before the radio broadcast. Oh, to hear URN's Bob Montgomery open a race radio broadcast was a treat not to be missed. Back in those days, the lineup would be read (last to first), starting with car number, hometown, car make and year, and driver name. Even if we hadn't seen the starting lineup in the paper, and some of these races had qualifying the same day, we would anticipate the driver's name by the hometown. You could almost picture those different towns in your mind. Those towns would roll off Montgomery's tongue like melting chocolate:
Bridal Veil, Oregon
Hueytown, Alabama
Rhonda, NC
Inman, South Carolina
Skyland, North Carolina
Christiansburg, Virginia
Gastonia, North Carolina
Norfolk, Virginia
Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Keokuk, Iowa
Cross, South Carolina
Manning, South Carolina
Arden, North Carolina
Jacksonville, Florida
Daytona Beach, Florida
Spartanburg, South Carolina, and on and on....
If we didn't get the driver's name by hometown (i.e. Jabe Thomas & Clyde Lynn were both from Christiansburg), we'd get it on the car number.
And then, sometimes if they were doing a joint feed with the track PA system, they'd announce:
"in car #43" and the rest of the announcement would be totally drowned out by a rumbling cheer of thunder like a gathering storm unlike any I haveheard since at a racetrack. You never heard the Randleman, North Carolina or 1964 Plymouth or the driver's name at the wheel of that electric blue entry. I can't ever again imagine hearing a crowd respond the way they did anticipating Richard's name being called out. It was amazing and gave you goosebumps all over! We shall not pass that way again.