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SAD NEWS
IN MEMORY OF DARRELL DAKE
I had heard recently that my long-time stock car racing hero, Darrell Dake was in poor health. Nevertheless, it was still both shocking and sad to open up the August 8, 2006 issue of the Hawkeye Racing News and learn of his passing at his home in Cedar Rapids, Iowa on August 6, 2007. He was just five days short of reaching the age of 80.
As I write this, I have seen racing at 1,261 racetracks. No one in the world has been to more. I suspect that I have seen an average of at least 50 different drivers at each of these tracks. That’s more than 63,000 different drivers. My favorite drivers include such local legends as Dick Trickle, Rick Ferkel, Don Bohlander, Rocky Nohl and Billy Moyer. However, there can only be one number one. My number one has always been Darrell Dake. There was no bigger fan of his than me.
Although I’ve gone to the races more than 2,000 times, I suspect I probably only saw Darrell Dake race about 50 times. He lived in the
Let me tell you about Darrell Dake. I had the chance to meet him several times and it was always an intimidating time for me. It wasn’t that Darrell wasn’t friendly, he was. I think it was the fact he was my hero. Even though I made my living in sales, I always felt a little tongue-tied during the few minutes I would spend with Darrell Dake. I tried to rehearse the things I might say to him before each meeting.
My first memory of seeing Dake race was at the Sterling Speed Bowl in
Darrell Dake drove a 1962 Ford Galaxie convertible at the 1/3-mile nearly circular dirt track in
Darrell Dake always drove #8 when I saw him, although I have pictures of him driving a few other cars with different numbers back before I first learned of him. That ‘62 Ford convertible was painted white and carried a black “eight-ball” on the side. His truck always carried the words, “King of the Road” on the driver’s door. Darrel Dake was king of the road!
I think those years with the ’62 Ford might have been the best of his career. He ended up selling that car to Roger Dolan. Roger painted it pink and beat everybody’s butt, while Darrell switched to a Ford
I met Darrell five times and can remember every one of those occasions. I spent some time talking with him in the pit area at the Hawkeye Downs racetrack in
When I first saw Darrell Dake at
I might have seen Darrel Dake race at the
One night I cornered one of Dake’s pitmen. I was outside the pit area fence and Darrell’s helper was in the pit area. I always wanted to help out Darrell Dake financially but I didn’t have the money to do much when he was racing. I slipped the pitman a $50 bill through the fence on this night and told him to give it to Dake. I said, “If he could send me a picture that would be great”. A few days later I opened the mail to find a beautiful 8” by 10” black and white photo of Darrell standing beside the first car I ever saw him race, the 1962 Ford Convertible! That picture has been on my office wall ever since.
If you know me and I’ve ever talked about Darrell Dake, then I’ve told you he raced in both the 1960 and 1961 Daytona 500s. That’s pretty good for an
Starting in 1973, we started to move around the country. I didn’t get a chance to see Darrell Dake race much after that. Nevertheless, I maintained my subscription to the Hawkeye Racing News. This situation taught me to speed read. As soon as the HRN arrived, I would turn the pages as fast as I could to see if Darrell had won a feature and what his results were.
In 1983, my family and I relocated to
During my corporate career, I’ve had the chance to see the Super Bowl, several World Series games and many high-profile sporting events. None of those outing can touch the night I spend with Darrell Dake at the Sycamore
When I jumped in my car, I was wearing a three-piece suit. There was no time to stop, so I changed from my suit into my racing attire (t-shirt and shorts) without ever stopping the car. I arrived in time for the show. I bought a pit pass to get closer to the action in Dake’s pit. When he broke for the night in his heat race, I was disappointed. However, that disappointment turned to pure joy when Darrell said, “Let’s go up in the pit grandstand and watch the rest of the races from there”.
I don’t know who your sports heroes might have been. Maybe Mickey Mantle, Larry Bird or Gayle Sayers. What would you have given to spend an hour with your hero on a one on one basis? As they say in the MasterCard commercial, it was priceless.
Darrell retired from racing in the early 90s. I saw him a few years back when we were both watching the races at
From time to time I would get back to
Rest in peace, Darrell Dake.
Randy Lewis
I’ve created a special tab on my website at www.ranlayracing.com in memory of Darrell Dake. I’ll be adding photos of Darrell from his racing career over the next several months. If you’ve got a favorite photo of Darrell Dake and want it to be part of this electronic collection, please email me at ranlay@yahoo.com.
Darrell Clair Dake, 79, of 6505 Mt.
Darrell is preceded in death by his parents, Wilmer Dake and Madeline Cilvick; his brother, Denny Dake; and his daughter, Diane Streeper.
Darrell is survived by his wife, LaVerle; his children, Ronnie Dake, Theron (Josie) Manson, and Pamela Boston, all of Cedar Rapids; Maureen (David) Kilfoile of Coral Springs, FL; LuAnn (Gene) Pierce of Des Moines; a son-in-law, Jerry Streeper of Maquoketa; 9 grandchildren; and 6 great grandchildren.
Darrell was born on August 11, 1927 in Palo and united in marriage to LaVerle on October 27, 1961 in Shreveport, LA. Darrell enjoyed a long and successful career in auto racing. He raced twice in the Daytona 500 in 1960 and 1961. He once said a memorable moment was in 1960 when he finished 4th in the 125 lap qualifier race for the Daytona 500 and the 5th place finisher in that race was Lee Petty.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be directed to the family.
TODAY’S HEADLINES
What’s the strategy behind choosing today’s
What do you do when the fuel gauge says “low fuel” and the GPS says the next gas station is more than 40 miles up the road? …………..details in “The Trip”.
What do you do when the officer says, “May I see your license? …………..details in “The People”.
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GREETINGS FROM
I WOKE UP IN MCCOOK, NEBRASKA AND WENT TO SLEEP IN EMPORIA, KANSAS BEFORE RETURNING HOME TO SAN CLEMENTE ON MONDAY. THIS IS WHAT TRANSPIRED TODAY.
PEOPLE/STRATEGY/TRAVEL NEWS
The Objective
I had a strategic decision to make today. Which track should I attend? The
There were two advantages to going to the track in
The race in
This is what “Trackchaser Track Management” is all about. Although the number changes every day, I currently have 1,173 tracks remaining to be seen in the
If each of those 345 weekly tracks that I have not seen race 20 times per year that would be 6,900 individual race dates available to me in a given year. On the other hand, 345 tracks that race just one time per year (county fairs as an example) provide just 345 unique dates each year. The difference is huge. I have been managing my trackchasing like this for years. This is why I can go out each and every weekend and rack up 4-6 tracks nearly all year long. It’s strategic, baby.
The Trip
The distance from my Saturday afternoon track to today’s Sunday afternoon track was about 520 miles. In between seeing these two tracks, I also spent more than three hours at the
I left today’s track at 6:30 p.m. It was about 450 more miles back to the
When I’m not traveling with Carol, it doesn’t really matter what the travel itinerary calls for. If I can physically get from point A to point B in the time I have, I simply do it.
My travel on Sunday morning was most adventuresome. This is desolate and rural country. I came across one gas station out in the middle of nowhere. It had several pumps but no employees. Actually there was nothing but gas pumps, nothing else!
I didn’t stop there for gas but maybe I should have. I always drive my cars until the low fuel orange warning light goes on. When I do stop for gas I take a few extra moments to make sure the tank is 100% full. I learned this watching NASCAR races! In the long run, I’ll make fewer stops and save time doing it this way.
However, on occasion this strategy can get the heart racing. Today I was driving along when the low fuel light came on. As I normally do, I consulted my portable GPS unit to tell me where the nearest gas station was located. “Dusty” told me the nearest station in front of me was 40.6 miles. Wow! Even I don’t like to drive that far after the low fuel light comes on. Dusty also pointed out that the nearest gas station behind me, in Garden City,
I could drive backwards and get to a gas station sooner. If I did that I would then have to retrace my steps and drive a total of more than 46 miles out of my way. I didn’t like that idea. I decided to go forward. I figured that if I ran out of gas trying to make it 40.6 miles, that calling AAA would be faster than driving 46 miles out of my way. These are the strategic choices I am faced with multiple times each day of my life. Sometimes I make the right choice and sometimes I don’t.
As it turns out, I came across the small town of
I did walk inside their 1950s style general store. It was weird in there. There were a couple of ceiling fans turning lazily at the day was really starting to heat up. Two cowboy looking older gentlemen were quietly sipping coffee in one of the two booths the café part of the building offered. In the other booth was a family of four dressed in Amish clothing. The little girl was spinning a top on the floor and speaking in German. All of this was happening in
The People
I frequently remind myself that I am just three moving violations from being pulled off the worldwide trackchasing trail. That’s right! Three speeding tickets and I would likely lose my driver’s license. No driver’s license, no rental car. No rental car, no new tracks. That’s why I rarely go more than 5 M.P.H. over the speed limit.
Today I passed through the prettier than expected town of
Just as I was about ready to leave the south side of Garden City, I noticed a police car sitting over to my right. I had been in a 30 M.P.H. zone that had just changed to forty. I was going 40 M.P.H. I didn’t figure I would have any problems with this local law enforcement official.
Wrong! The flashing red lights came on and he pulled onto the highway. I was soon being pulled over. Just like on TV, the officer called in my plate number over his radio to make sure I was not wanted for any recent mass murders. When he was assured I was likely harmless, he approached my car.
“Do you know why I stopped you?” he asked.
Editor’s note: These cops need to come up with a new line. This one’s getting mighty old.
“Because you are a small town cop in a hick town and it’s Sunday morning and you have nothing else to do. Or is it because you are some power hungry idiot who joined the police force because you couldn’t get a job as a night watchman at a day car facility,” I should have said.
What I DID say was, “I suspect you stopped me for speeding but I was doing 40 M.P.H. and I thought the speed limit was forty”.
The officer came back with, “The speed limit changes from 30 M.P.H. to 40 M.P.H. just past where I was parked. You were doing 40 M.P.H. just before you entered the 40 M.P.H. Let me see your driver’s license.”
I reached into my pocket and handed him my
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,” he said.
Dang! I had missed my chance. My ex-brother-in-law is a cop. He told me he let’s people go with a warning if they can tell him a story he has never heard to explain why they were speeding. Based on his advice, I have developed such a story. Here’s how my story goes.
“Officer, you want to know why I was speeding. Years ago, my wife ran off with a cop and never came back. When I saw you chasing me down, I thought you were the guy she ran away with. I thought you were trying to return her to me, so I was trying to get away from you!” Yes, this is the story I will someday tell a police officer in my attempt to get out of a ticket.
Today, I didn’t have the balls to go through with it. Soon the officer was returning to my car. He was only carrying my driver’s license in his hand. That looked like a good sign.
“I’m going to let you off with a warning. You’re not from around here (where have I heard than before) and don’t know where you’re going. Just watch that speed for me”, the police officer said.
“You know officer, I really didn’t think I was speeding. I try really hard not to go over the limit” (stretching the truth here just a bit), I explained.
“I know you weren’t doing a ‘NASCAR thing” today. Some people come through here doing 60 M.P.H. Just keep the speed down for me,” he said.
As the officer was walking back to his car, I thought about saying, “I have a question. If you had intended to give me a ticket, would you have considered letting me go if I told you a story about why I was speeding that you had never heard before?” I didn’t ask the question, I didn’t have the balls.
I’m just happy to carry a
STATE RANKINGS
This was my 21st lifetime track in the Jayhawk state. I have a 3rd place ranking in
I didn’t have the heart to see my sixth
RACE REVIEW – DIRTONA RACEWAY,
I had a good time at the races today. The program had some serious drawbacks, but I think the fact that I just love Sunday afternoon racing saved the day.
Today was the last day of the season for the Dirtona Raceway. This was also the last day of this three-day weekend show. The final race of the day would be a 50-lap, $5,000 to win feature for the Super Stock class, one of my favorites.
You mentioned drawbacks. What were the drawbacks? First of all it was 98 desert degrees with nary a cloud in the sky. Secondly, it was 98 degrees. Thirdly, the wind blew at more than 25 M.P.H. most of the day. Luckily, the wind did not blow directly into the grandstand.
The track was completely “dry slick” from the two previous days of racing. “Dry slick” means that a large amount of rubber had been laid down on the dirt track surface from the race car tires. The good thing about this condition is that it kept the dust down.
For no apparent reason, they started 40 minutes late at 2:40 p.m. Then, again inexplicitly they ran all kinds of last chance races and heat races. They had two “last chance” races for the super stocks. The announcer admitted that the cars were not racing to get into the big race, they had already qualified. They were only racing to determine their starting order in the last three rows of the 24-car event! Oh my.
After about 10 small qualifying races and three different sets of hot laps, they finally got to feature racing. The factory stock and hobby stock features started less than 10 cars. What were all of their heat races designed to do?
The 18-car modified feature was a good one. It was not until 5:47 p.m. that I heard the “Gentleman, start your engines command” for the $5,000 to win race. I had hoped to have been outta this track by 5 p.m. I had a 450-mile drive back to the airport.
Nevertheless, that’s when the “Dirtona 50” started and I was committed to seeing it. It was a good race. The winner came from a few rows back. There were just six caution flags and a good deal of passing.
Once again, my race scanner saved the day for me. You can imagine there were some significant delays in this program. During the intermission I headed to the parking lot and my rental car’s air-conditioning.
I had a nice chat with the track’s announcer. He told me, “I’m probably the only paid person at the track. It’s all volunteer help”. I suspected that after listening to some of the “chat” over my race scanner.
Male voice #1: We’re going to have the feature cars line up four abreast for a salute to the fans.
Female voice #1: Do they even know how to do the four abreast salute?
Male voice #1: We’re gonna find out.
Female voice #1: Do you want me to hold up four fingers and show them my breasts?
Male voice #2: Hold on. I’m comin’ over. I wanna see this.
Yes, my race scanner can certainly liven up the races!
RENTAL CAR UPDATE
I drove the National Rental Car Racing Chevy Impala 1,316 miles. I paid an average price of just $2.88 per gallon. The Chevy gave me 25.7 M.P.G. in fuel mileage at a cost of 11.2 cents per mile. The car cost 8.0 cents per mile to rent, all taxes included because of the drop off charges.
Thanks for reading about my trackchasing,
Randy Lewis
That’s all the news that’s fit to print from
AIRPLANE
Los Angeles, CA – Kansas City, KS – 1,361 miles
RENTAL CAR –
AIRPLANE
Kansas City, KS – Los Angeles, CA – 1,361 miles
Total Air miles – 2,722 (2 flights)
Total auto and air miles traveled on this trip – 4,038 miles
TRACK ADMSSION PRICES:
KAM Raceway - $5
American Legion Figure 8 Course - Free
Dirtona Speedway - $10
Total racetrack admissions for the trip – $23
RANKINGS
LIFETIME TRACKCHASER STANDINGS UPDATE:
There are no trackchasers currently within 100 tracks of my lifetime total.
1. Randy Lewis,
Other notables
These worldwide trackchasers are within 10 tracks (plus or minus) of Carol’s current trackchaser total.
29. Carol Lewis,
30. Tom Schmeh,
31. Dwight Bucks,
2007 TRACKCHASER STANDINGS
1. Randy Lewis,
2. Roland Vanden Eynde,
3. Ed Esser,
4. Mike Knappenberger,
5. Pam Smith, Effort,
5. Paul Weisel,
7. Guy Smith, Effort,
8. Carol Lewis,
9. Gordon Killian, Sinking Springs,
10. Roger Ferrell,
Tracks have been reported by 40 different worldwide trackchasers this season.
Some of the data in this report comes from www.trackchaser.net
and my Garmin GPS
It’s time for Trackchasing’s First Mother to join the fray. We’ll be traveling in
1,139. Meremere Dirt Track Club,
1,140. Meeanee Speedway,
1,141. Top of the South Speedway,
1,142. Woodford Glen Speedway,
1,143. Robertson Holden International
1,144.
1,145.
1,146. Angels Stadium of
1,147. Angels Stadium of
1,148.
1,149.
1,150. Grand Prix De Lanaudiere,
1,151. Ste-Eulalie Ice Track,
1,152. St Guillaume, St
1,153.
1,154.
1,155. Northeast Pond Ice Track,
1,156. Lee Pond Ice Track,
1,157. New Hendry Country
1,158.
1,159. Honeoye Lake Ice Track – Road Course,
1,160.
1,161.
1,162. Dawgwood Speedway,
1,163. Toccoa Speedway,
1,164. Tazewell Speedway,
1,165.
1,166. Dacosa Speedway,
1,167. Swinging Bridge Raceway,
1,168.
1,169. Foothills Raceway,
1,170. Mileback Speedway,
1,171. Grand Prix of
1,172. Vegas Grand Prix,
1,173.
1,174. Low Country Kartway,
1,175. Dillon Motor
1,176. Valley Dirt Riders,
1,177.
1,178. Sertoma Speedway,
1,179.
1,180.
1,181. Hollywood Hills
1,182. Meridian
1,183.
1,184. Rocky Mountain Raceways (oval),
1,185. Rocky Mountain Raceways (figure 8),
1,186. Modoc
1,187.
1,188.
1,189. Fairplex at the
1,190. Lowes Motor
1,191. Lowes Motor
1,192.
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1,193. Thunderbird Stadium (figure 8),
1,194. Thunderbird Stadium (oval),
1,195. Whispering
1,196.
1,197.
1,198.
1,199.
1,200. Castrol Raceway,
1,201. Hidden
1,202. Boyd’s
1,203. Fayette County Fairgrounds,
1,204.
1,205.
1,206. Vinton Speedway,
1,207. Hilltop
1,208. I-70
1,209. L A Raceway, La Monte,
1,210. Valley
1,211.
1,212.
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** Iowa