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~A TRIBUTE TO DALE EARNHARDT~
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The "Intimidator"...A name well earned.
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It is Danny Pic
~A Tribute form a fan~
To The Man In Black
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"Steve"
"A Fan And His
"Hero"
This is a pic took about 2-3 years ago in Danville Virginia...which is like 40 minutes from the Martinsville Race Track....
Dale Earnhardt was at our local Robert Woodall store & signing autographs...
In the pic is my husband Steve ....
he had worked his job that day then went & stood in a line about 4 hours...
When he got this pic he thought he had died & went to heaven! He did get to see Earnhardt win at Martinsville (after this pic was taken)...
On the day Dale Earnhardt passed...
We didnt see end of that race .....
But we watched news over & over & my whole family cried...
My kids were fans of his too...
I was just starting to get into racing but it hit me like a ton of bricks.
My hubby doesnt show tears easily....
But he did that day and I also noticed on tv...
Alot of men shed tears & wasnt hiding it...
Made me see what a true idol Dale Earnhardt was!!!! He'll always be The Intimadator....
Noone can ever take that from him & I can say ...
He died loving & doing exactly what he wanted to be doing...
He died happy...
He accomplished his dreams and hopefully his son will keep it going....
I receive this great
"Pitcher"
form a good friend on the web.
His wife sent this great letter
Thank you so much
~Tribute To My Fan's~
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 Mike - 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 is 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 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 one of them 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 sea gull 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.
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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 Mike - 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 is 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 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 one of them 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 sea gull 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.
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