Written by Monte Dutton Mon, 2019-02-04 11:02
When I started writing about NASCAR in 1993, occasionally what I wrote was the talk of the track the following week.
That’s because the weekly paper that then employed me was distributed at the track. Then along came Jayski, or, as it was then called, “Jayski’s Silly Season Page,” an online compendium of racing information that was updated daily beginning in 1996 by Jay Adamczyk.
Jayski changed everything. All of a sudden, what I wrote was widely known the next day. The site gave NASCAR coverage immediacy. It gave guys like me, by then working for the newspaper in Gastonia, N.C., attention much greater than ever before.
Written by Monte Dutton Fri, 2019-01-25 08:57
The Rolex 24 is this weekend. I went to Daytona Beach early a few years because I could rent a condo for a month for less than a motel room for 10 days, and I could hole up and crank out all the advance work back in the days when newspapers ran preseason NASCAR sections. I’d take all the transcripts and notes from the media tour back in the days when there was one of those, too. Then the Rolex 24 moved from the first of February to the end of January, and so there went the feasibility of going to it.
But I was there for the last February of Dale Earnhardt’s life, and I saw it all. The last February, windswept and chilly, was the happiest I ever saw Earnhardt, and I don’t subscribe to the theory that he had some premonition of his death. I think he was happy because he and his son had become closer. They drove together in a yellow Corvette during the Rolex. The greatest driving performance of Earnhardt’s life, in my estimation, was during the International Race of Champions two days before his last.
Written by Monte Dutton Fri, 2019-01-18 17:24
From the time I was a kid, it’s been a thrill on every trip when the destination was in sight.
Driving into Myrtle Beach, that moment when blue horizon of the Atlantic could be seen in a gap between the high-rises.
“Hey, y’all, it’s the ocean!”
Written by Monte Dutton Thu, 2019-01-10 10:33
I don’t think anyone has actually gnashed his (or her) teeth over the absence of a NASCAR media tour this year. Not many know what it means to gnash one’s teeth. They just say “great gnashing of teeth” as a general term of shock or pain.
To gnash one’s teeth is to grind them together and, in the Bible, it is often accompanied by weeping and/or wailing. Apart from the Bible, its use is generally exaggerated.
The loss of a media tour is just another removal of a brick in the NASCAR wall. I miss it, but I miss racing in general. All in all, it’s just another brick (gone) in the proverbial wall.