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Incredibly, or possibly not, Dale Jr. announced he would race his Earnhardt Inc. car. And Childress Racing, which had employed the senior Earnhardt, got a replacement driver for Sunday too. Some outsiders were surprised by these responses. But they fit both the old and new codes of NASCAR: first, that racing is what Pettys and Allisons and Earnhardts do, come what may; and second, that NASCAR is a Big Business that doesn't stop for one man, even though it's the man who helped make it big. So they planned to rev the engines and drop the green flag...
...Sports Network: "There is nothing like sitting in a projectile going 190 m.p.h. on the brink of going out of control. It's the sheer rush, touching every emotion you have." And a potentially lethal rush: three other NASCAR drivers died in the year leading up to Dale Earnhardt's crash...
...Dale Earnhardt left school in the ninth grade and entered his first race, legend has it, for grocery money. At the time of his death, his income had reached nearly $27 million a year. Mostly the money came from sales of merchandise: hats, jackets and the No. 3 logo sticker on the back of my family car that occasionally earns me a knowing honk and a wave from a like-minded fan, even during my blue-state commute to New York City...
...Dale was a friend of mine. He visited my office, and I visited his. He even flew with my family to tracks throughout the South to watch him drive a car. We talked about our daughters, both the same age. His little girl hunts rabbits; mine plays hockey. The flowers and personal notes that piled up last week outside his headquarters briefly threatened to make him America's Diana with a push-broom mustache. News chiefs in their New York City offices were more than a little mystified by the clips of mourners weeping as if they'd lost their...
...driven a Winston Cup stock car. They're unhinged monsters, all engine and frame and harnesses that were meant to prevent what happened to Dale. He once told me he hated how confining the modern car is; he liked the old days, his right arm slung over the backseat, steering with his left. And he hung onto as much of the past as he could, including the antique open-faced helmet that might have contributed to his death. But those who suggested the new style were subject to a stare that could pierce his mirrored sunglasses; real drivers--the rebels...