ABOUT ME
Introduction hey folks,thanks for checking out my little piece of IP. Im now living back in the frozen tundra of Maine after spending the last 7 years in North Carolina, what the hell was i thinking? Im a
lifelong fan of NASCAR,and stock car racing as a whole. My goal by joinging IP i guess is just being able to "hang" with those who have the same fanatical passion for racing as i do. Ive been
follwoing this sport for over 30 years and hope theres 30 more in my life. So take a look, hope ya like and all i can say is i damn sure cant wait till Daytona, and lets see what the "kid" can do
in that #88...go kick some azz JR!!!
My hobbies Hobbies......hmm, thats a tough one...i guess all i really have as hobbies is NASCAR racing and getting tattooed..lol, i know not much to go on, but its me
A fine Daytona afternoon, the season just begun. My boys were running one and two, and I was having fun. I probably could have won the thing, but something held me back. I was busy
watching Dale and Mikey -- and holding off the pack. I was looking toward the front and not really to the rear. Something tapped me on my bumper, but still I had no fear. I thought it might be
Sterling - I knew he was nearby. When Sterling smells the checkered flag, I'll tell you, he ain't shy. I slipped a bit. I turned the wheel. I sensed something very odd. It wasn't Sterling's tap
I'd felt. It was the tap of God. "Not now," I said. "I'm racing hard. There's work still here to do." "You're time is up," He whispered low, "So say a quick adieu." I wasn't really ready, but I
didn't have a choice. He'd tapped me on the bumper and I'd heard His hallowed voice. So I did as He instructed. I just packed it in and left. I guess it can't be helped that I left some of you
bereft. Did you see those birds upon the wall as they scattered in the breeze? Will it make it any easier to know that was me? There was also Davey, Dad and Neil and some other guys I've known.
And they all came to Daytona just to escort me on home. Hey - congratulations, Mikey! You made a worthy run. I wish you many, many more. You're wins have just begun. All that fun you had in
Victory Lane, I was proud as proud can be. Did you see a seagull flying low? Yeah, Mikey, that was me. So, friends and fans and family, don't mourn me for too long. Get on with life - take care
of things - be brave and proud and strong. I'll surely miss you every one. About that I will not lie. But as long as you remember me - I didn't really die.
February 23, 2001 Teresa Earnhardt's letter to fans (Dale Earnhardt's widow sent this letter to USA TODAY so she could speak to his fans around the world. I can never fully express my
immense gratitude for the overwhelming support we have received. It would be easy at this time to get lost in the sadness of losing a loving husband, father and grandfather. However, I and our
family, as well as everyone at Dale Earnhardt Inc., have chosen to take this time to reflect not on the sadness we feel today, but on the joy Dale Earnhardt the man brought to us and Dale
Earnhardt the driver brought to so many fans for so many years. It is a joy that will carry us through the sadness and grief of this day and many days to come. For our children, Kerry, Kelley,
Dale Jr. and Taylor, he was a father whose pride in his children was greater than even his strongest desire as a competitor. For his mother, Martha, he was a son who always wanted to make sure
she had what she needed. For his brothers and sisters, he was always an influential part of their lives. For his employees, he could be both demanding and praising and had the ability to create
the same desire to win in the crews and drivers that he had in himself. He was very proud of what the teams at Dale Earnhardt Inc. had been able to do in a very short period of time and the
people who helped it happen and supported its acceleration. For his fans, there simply was no one more sensational and with that I agree. There were two sides to Dale Earnhardt, and I am so
blessed to have known both for the qualities they carried. The public Dale Earnhardt wanted to be the best. The competitive drive that burned inside of him gave him the passion to win. If he was
racing, he wanted to win the most races and championships. If he was fishing, he wanted to catch the most fish. The private Dale Earnhardt, the husband and father and son and brother, wanted to
be the best as well. He struggled with that at times. Emotions didn't come as easy to this man who stirred so much emotion in other people. But as his children grew and began making decisions of
their own, he saw that most of the time, they made the decision by asking themselves, "What would dad do?" I will ask myself that in the coming days and weeks and for a long time after that, I'm
sure. "What would Dale do?" I think what Dale would do, and what Dale would want us to do, is remember the joy that his life brought. Remember the things about him that made you happy that you
were his fan. Remember the man who loved life. He was the happiest person I know, and that can comfort us all. Gratefully, Teresa Earnhardt
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