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I generally have a plan (But sometimes it doesn’t work)

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IMG_2988I generally have a plan.

But as my wife, Sherry, will happily relate, my plans don’t always pan out.

Last Wednesday is an example. We took a one-day Plus60/Burlington Trailways bus trip to Wrigley Field to watch the Cubs play the Cardinals. (See the photos above.) I’m not much for watching baseball games on TV, but I love watching them in person at the stadium. So it was a trip I was looking forward to.

But I made a slight miscalculation.

The sun was supposed to shine, and the predicted high was to be somewhere around 80 degrees. So I decided a pair of shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and a baseball cap would be suitable attire.

My wife, who has adopted the Boy Scouts’ motto of “be prepared” as her own, wore slacks, a polo shirt, a jacket and a baseball cap. “She’ll roast and end up carrying the jacket,” I thought.

Our tickets were for the third base side of Wrigley in section 213, row 12.

Unfortunately for me and my plan, our section was shaded from the sun by a deck of seating above us. In addition, the wind was blowing from the east, and we were facing east. We received a steady, cool breeze from Lake Michigan for the entire game.

Sherry is more cold-blooded than I am. Even with her jacket, she was cold from the get-go. And so was Mr. I Have a Plan.

So when I went downstairs prior to the start of the game to get some concessions, I also bought an attractive, but overpriced, Cubs long-sleeve T-shirt. I quickly put it on right over the top of my Hawaiian shirt because at this point my goal was to warm up, not win a fashion contest.

The T-shirt helped, but I was still cold.

Sherry made it about seven innings before she had to leave to find a place to stand in the sunshine. I made it the entire game but will always remember my latest Wrigley experience partially for how cold I was for so long.

Yes, I generally have a plan but, like I said, it doesn’t always work out.

My new plan is to take a jacket, or perhaps a hooded sweatshirt, the next time I go to a ballgame. I’ll happily carry it if my assigned seat is in the sun.

Copyright 2013 by Phil Roberts, Creative Enterprises.

 
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Posted by on May 10, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

A high time in the Low Country

Sherry Roberts poses with tour escort Donna Pence, left.

Sherry Roberts poses with tour escort Donna Pence, left.

At the World of Coca-Cola, two fellow passengers "enjoy a Coke" with its inventor, John Pemberton.

At the World of Coca-Cola, two fellow passengers “enjoy a Coke” with its inventor, John Pemberton.

There was lots to see at the Georgia Aquarium.

There was lots to see at the Georgia Aquarium.

Savannah contains some beautiful old homes.

Savannah contains some beautiful old homes.

A waiter at the Pirates' House restaurant in Savannah was efficient but comical.

Chad, our waiter at the Pirates’ House restaurant in Savannah was efficient but comical.

I enjoyed a visit to Savannah Candy Kitchen.

I enjoyed a visit to Savannah Candy Kitchen.

At the Magnolia Plantation in Charleston, S.C., a tram took us past former slave quarters.

At the Magnolia Plantation in Charleston, S.C., a tram took us past former slave quarters.

A tour of the 250-room Biltmore Estate was a highlight of Asheville, N.C.

A tour of the 250-room Biltmore Estate was a highlight of Asheville, N.C.

Our driver, Al Ruggles, did a great job driving us home through a Midwest snowstorm. This was taken at an Indiana rest area.

Our driver, Al Ruggles, did a great job driving us home through a Midwest snowstorm. This was taken at an Indiana rest area.

A reporter and columnist tends to make observations and take notes as he or she goes through life, even while on vacation. So I was busy last month doing just that — observing and noting — as my wife Sherry and I toured a portion of the southeast United States known as the Low Country on a 10-day, nine-night Plus60/Burlington Trailways, in conjunction with Ginny Howell Tours, bus trip.

We stayed in Clarksville, Tenn., the first night and Louisville, Ky., the final night. In between, we visited the cities of Atlanta and Savannah in Georgia; Charleston, S. C.; and Asheville, N. C.

Some people prefer flying to their vacation destination, then renting a car. But flying is such a hassle that I’d rather drive if time allows or, better yet, go by bus and let someone else do the driving.

There are many advantages to a bus trip. As a passenger, you can sit back and enjoy the view or take a snooze while the driver deals with traffic, parking and the luggage. Tour guides at each major destination climb onto the bus and tell you about that destination. These are local people who know what they’re talking about. Sometimes they lead you on walking tours. In the four cities we visited, our tour guides spent multiple days with us, showing us the attractions.

Following are some random notes from our trip:

– Most of our time in Atlanta was spent in the downtown area, where we toured the World of Coca-Cola and Georgia Aquarium, which are right across the street from Centennial Olympic Park, which commemorates that event. We drove by Turner Field, named for Ted Turner and home of the Atlanta Braves. And we made a brief stop at the Martin Luther King Historic Site. Atlanta is where a pharmacist invented Coca-Cola. At the Coca-Cola exhibit, one of the highlights was getting to sample a range of 60 products the company makes and sells all around the world. To us, some were tasty, and some were not. At the King site, Dr. and Mrs. King’s tomb is on a brick island in a reflecting pool. Nearby are the original Ebenezer Baptist Church, where King and his father pastored, and King’s boyhood home.

– A Paris newspaper called Savannah “the most beautiful city in America.” It may well deserve that title; it is filled with stunning old homes and nearly two dozen, tree-shaded town squares. City Market is an entertainment and shopping district housed in historic buildings. One of the businesses there is Byrd Cookie Co., where there are always free samples.

– Charleston is another beautiful city. Fort Sumter, where the first engagement of the Civil War took place in 1861, is unchanged from the end of the war and is a national monument. It’s on an island at the entrance to Charleston harbor, and we sailed by it on a boat cruise. Our tour visited the modest Magnolia Plantation and gardens along the riverfront. Most memorable there was a tram ride past former slave quarters and some ponds where turtles and alligators were sunning themselves.

– Asheville’s main claim to fame is the 250-room Biltmore Estate, a French Renaissance-style mansion that’s open to the public. The tour will take you at least an hour and a half and you’ll see just a fraction of the rooms, but it’s worth the visit. Along with Elvis’ Graceland and the White House, Biltmore is among the country’s most visited houses.

– The step-on tour guides were outgoing and well informed, as you might expect. They also were often comical. The guide from Atlanta, a woman, explained the difference between “Yankee” and “damned Yankee.”  She said a Yankee is a northerner who visits the south. A damned Yankee, she said, is a Yankee who visits the South and stays. She said she is married to a damned Yankee. The woman guide from Savannah and the guide from Charleston, a man, both indicated there is a good-natured rivalry between Georgia and South Carolina. The man from Charleston joked that the state of Georgia was designed to stop the riff-raff from Florida from making it to South Carolina. Someone also asked him if the word “pecan” is pronounced pee-can or puh-kahn. He said it’s a puh-kahn, that a pee can is a container put under the bed at night.

– Our tour guide for Charleston told is about two distinct neighborhoods there, one south of Broad Street and one slightly north of Broad Street. He said the people who live south of Broad are called SOBs. And the folks who live slightly north of Broad are called SNOBs. One housing area I liked especially well is called Rainbow Row. It’s a string of old row houses, each brightly painted in a different pastel color.

– We stayed often at what I call “pointed toilet paper hotels.” Over the years, I have observed — accurately or not — that the finer hotels obviously instruct their maids, when preparing rooms, to fold the end of the toilet paper roll so that it makes a point. I guess that’s supposed to make the lowly toilet paper look a little more classy. Or perhaps the arrow points out to patrons of questionable intelligence which way to pull on the paper to use it.

– The second day of our trip, at a rest area on a Sunday morning in Monteagle, Tenn., it was 70 degrees or so and sunny with daffodils in bloom. We enjoyed two or three days of great weather before the temperature turned cold, a reminder of home. Our last day, March 25, was spent driving home through a Midwest snowstorm.

– I enjoy sweetened iced tea and, when I order it at restaurants around here, I generally have to add my own sweetener. But “sweet tea” is a staple at many southern restaurants. In fact, when one of our fellow bus passengers wanted unsweetened tea at a restaurant, she asked for “regular tea” and the waiter responded, “Down here, regular tea is sweet tea.”

– Grits remain a popular southern food and were served with several dinners. One of the more unique dishes and quite tasty was shrimp served in buttery grits.

– We enjoyed some fine meals served at unique restaurants, but I noted that many of them don’t put spoons on the table. They provide you with just a fork and a knife. Is there a spoon shortage that I’m unaware of?

– You won’t find any tall buildings in downtown Savannah. Our tour guide said there is a rule that no buildings can be higher than a certain church spire in town. She also said many of Savannah’s buildings are haunted, particularly the former tobacco warehouses along River Street, where slaves were locked up to guard the tobacco and often died because of poor living conditions.

– Charleston Tea Plantation was an interesting place to visit. Because of the right amount of rain, heat and humidity, it is the only place where tea leaves are grown in America. Part of our visit there included a ride around the facility in a well-used trolley that had been purchased from the city of Philadelphia. The driver, who was named John Kennedy, explained the southern lifestyle. In the morning, he told us, “we start out slow, then we taper off.”

– Another of our more interesting places to visit was Baxter Village, a planned community in Fort Mill, S. C., where we had dinner at an Irish pub. The construction and the community are new. But all of the houses and the commercial buildings, which hold shops and restaurants, look like they are from the ’20s and ’30s. So it’s a collection of new buildings meant to look old, and it’s really impressive. You can take a video tour at the villageofbaxter.com.

– At one of our two Charleston area hotels, the Hilton Garden Inn in Rock Hill, S.C., the manager on duty met our bus on arrival, stepped on board to welcome us and rolled out a red carpet for us. That was a nice touch.

– Our breakfasts on the trip were the complimentary ones served by each hotel we stayed at, and lunches were on our own, usually at fast food restaurants. But our dinners, which were excellent and usually included in the price of the trip, were served at very unique places.

– At Mary Mac’s Tea Room in Atlanta, I got brave and tried cooked collard greens, which were on the buffet. They were very good, so I bought a Mary Mac’s cookbook that contained the recipe, and we’ve since had collard greens at home. While tasty, they will never replace the three basic food groups: meat, potatoes and dessert.

– The Pirates House Restaurant in Savannah, located a block from the Savannah River, had at one time been an inn and gathering place for pirates and sailors. The restaurant website says, “In the chamber known as the Captain’s Room … negotiations were made by shorthanded ships’ masters to shanghai unwary seamen to complete their crews. Stories still persist of a tunnel extending from the old rum cellar beneath the Captain’s Room to the river through which these men were carried, drugged and unconscious, to ships waiting in the harbor.”

– The KingFish Restaurant on the Ohio River in Louisville has a seafood combination dinner that rivals the one served at one of my all-time favorite restaurants, Down the Hatch at Ponce Inlet, Fla. There’s also a peaceful river view.

– My wife is more daring in the technology field than I am. She owns two items I don’t have, a smart phone that accesses e-mail and the Internet, and a tablet that does the same. I was forced to learn how to use her tablet on our trip so I could check my e-mail. That’s because I took a small laptop computer with me but forgot to take its charger. It worked just two days before the battery died.

Copyright 2013 by Phil Roberts, Creative Enterprises. This piece submitted as a column to The North Scott Press.

 
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Posted by on April 8, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Janet Guthrie praises record-setting Danica Patrick

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Danica Patrick. Photo courtesy of NASCAR.com.

Janet Guthrie

Janet Guthrie.

I was nervous for Danica Patrick in the Daytona 500, at least at the beginning of the race. I wanted her to succeed.

Sure, the former IndyCar star and current NASCAR Sprint Cup rookie candidate had become the first woman to qualify for a Sprint Cup pole position earlier in the week.

But qualifying is one thing, and racing is quite another. Like the other drivers, all of them men, in NASCAR’S biggest race of the year, Patrick had the stress of guiding a speeding bullet of a stock car at 200 mph for 500 miles just inches from 42 other competitors, all while being uncomfortably belted in a steel cage.

But Patrick had the added pressure of being a woman competing in a sport traditionally dominated by men. Millions of eyes were on her, watching to see how she’d do, and she knew it.

It turns out I needn’t have been nervous for the petite female chauffeur. Patrick performed flawlessly. She was a contender all race long and was in third place going into the final lap. She didn’t wreck herself, and she didn’t wreck anyone else. And that’s a boast not all of the male drivers could make.

Patrick also made some more history.

She led twice for a total of five laps. Janet Guthrie was the first woman to lead laps in Cup racing; she led five laps under caution at Ontario in 1977. Patrick became the highest female finisher in the history of the Daytona 500 when she brought her Go Daddy-sponsored car home in eighth place. Janet Guthrie had the previous best finish for a woman in the race. That was 11th in 1980.

“… At the end of the day, it was a solid day,” Patrick said in a post-race interview with Fox Sports, the network that broadcast the race. “We stayed basically in the top 10 all day long. You can’t really complain about that. It was nice.”

Nice, indeed.

Women’s racing pioneer Janet Guthrie had praise for Patrick.

I have the privilege of knowing Janet, a native Iowan. I’ve written about her significant accomplishments in some national racing publications and was honored to be asked to write her profile for the program when she was inducted into the International Motorsports Hall of Fame in 2006.

So I contacted Janet after the Daytona 500 checkered flag fell.

“Danica did an excellent job today, making good use of her excellent equipment,” Janet said.

Janet notes that in 1977 she came close to finishing eighth in the 500. “I was running eighth 10 laps from the end when I lost two cylinders and finished 12th.”

Janet says there’s still another record of hers for Danica Patrick to break. “She has one to go: best Cup finish.” Janet’s top NASCAR finish was sixth place at Bristol in 1977.

Will Danica better that?

Dale Earnhardt Jr., who finished second behind Jimmie Johnson in the 500, said of Danica Patrick to the New York Times, “She’s going to make a lot of history all year long.”

Copyright 2013 by Phil Roberts, Creative Enterprises. This piece submitted as a column to North Scott Press, Eldridge, Iowa.

 
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Posted by on February 25, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Ernie Speth: A Q-C stock car racing pioneer

Phil and Ernie Speth 1979 copyIMG_5770IMG_5771IMG_5772IMG_5786Tonight I’ll be emceeing the Speedway Fire-Rescue awards banquet in Davenport, Iowa. My wife Sherry and I have supported the Speedway volunteers for decades and are proud to be associate members. Every year the Speedway volunteers ask me to be their banquet emcee, and I am honored to do so. It’s the least I can do for these people who sacrifice their time and resources and risk their own well being to keep race drivers and others safe all year long. I understand that Quad-Cities racing legend Ernie Speth will be in attendance tonight. I want to share one of my favorite pictures (above) that shows Ernie and myself at Hawkeye Speedway near Blue Grass, Iowa, in 1979. I took the additional photos (also above) on May 8, 2010, at a surprise 80th birthday party that Ernie’s family and friends threw for him. Following is a portion of an “On Track” column, one of two I wrote about Ernie and his pioneering racing days. It appeared in a July 2004 issue of Quad-Cities Racing Connection. ~ Phil Roberts, Feb. 16, 2013.

A later note from Phil: Sadly, because of health issues, Ernie was unable to attend the banquet mentioned above. But some of his family were present to accept a plaque on his behalf for being a Quad-Cities stock car racing pioneer.

A later note yet from Phil: Ernie died on March 5, 2013. I was honored to know him.

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Ernie Speth says it was 1949 when his older brother Ray raced a pleasure car, owned by their second cousin, Ronnie Weedon, in the first-ever race at the old Mahoney’s race track west of Davenport. The promoter, as Ernie recalls, was a Dubuque undertaker.

But Ernie, who was 19, didn’t race that first season himself. He had other interests on his mind – namely girls.

Ernie’s brother got him into racing the next season, 1950.

But the stock car also remained his pleasure car. He drove it around town and back and forth to race tracks with its number on the sides. He’d take the headlights out to race and put them back in to drive home.

Ernie’s first race was at Davenport Speedway on a Thursday or Friday night, but he didn’t actually race because he didn’t make the show. “I time-trialed, then went back to the pits and sat on my car all night; I didn’t go fast enough to even get in the race.”

His cousin was at track for the time trials, too, that night and faired better, Ernie says. “Weedon got into the consy.”

Ernie’s next event was in Sterling, Ill., and he made the show this time. But he also flipped his car.

“The bumper in the front was too low to the ground,” Ernie recalls. “It dug into the track all the time.” And it caused him to flip. Ernie refers to it as “the race I went every direction except straight.”

Despite the rough rollover, Ernie drove the car home that night. He notes the only glass in the car was the windshield, “but it had about 4,000 cracks in it.”

When you roll hard in your first race, it makes an impression on you, says Ernie. “I was gun shy for about a year or so.”

Racing was a natural hobby for both Ernie Speth and Ronnie Weedon to take up because they always hung around with one another, and “all we ever thought of was cars, cars and more cars. Ronnie’s dad used to work on cars quite a little bit, and it rubbed off on Ronnie pretty big.”

Ernie’s dad and brother Ray also worked on cars but to a lesser extent.

“Midgets were big then (at race tracks), but we didn’t have enough money for a Midget. (But) it was cheap to get a stock car,” says Ernie.

Ernie raced until 1982. He says he only ran a couple of races that final season before hanging it up. He had been racing a Mustang but had taken that body off and put a Granada body on the chassis.

Ernie also had moved from a 427-cubic inch engine to a 351, “and the cars were too heavy for that little engine unless you had a hard, slick track. Then you could go. Otherwise, it wouldn’t work.”

Though Ernie raced a Ford in his final years in racing, from 1957 into the ’60s he was known for racing Studebakers. In fact, Studebakers were one of his trademarks for years. The other trademark were the red and white checkerboard roofs on his stock cars.

Copyright 2013 by Phil Roberts, Creative Enterprises.

 
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Posted by on February 16, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

Memories of Herb Thomas

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Dane Roberts and Herb Thomas. Phil Roberts photo.

Phil and Herb Thomas 1998 copy

Phil Roberts and Herb Thomas. Dane Roberts photo.

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Herb Thomas. Photo courtesy of National Speed Sport News.

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Herb’s Hornet. Photo courtesy of Wikipedia.

Following is a NASCAR news release pertaining to the late driving legend Herb Thomas. Thomas, who had an unbelievable winning percentage of 21.05 during his career, was born April 6, 1923, in Olivia, N.C. and died Aug. 9, 2000 at the age of 77.

The release is part of a series of releases put out in advance of the 2013 NASCAR Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony that took place on Feb. 8, 2013, in Charlotte, N.C.

Buck Baker, Cotton Owens, Thomas, Rusty Wallace and Leonard Wood were the five 2013 inductees.

The first local race I really remember well was an August 2, 1953, NASCAR Grand National Series (today’s Sprint Cup Series) event held on the dirt, half-mile Davenport (Iowa) Speedway oval. Yes, they raced in Davenport!

My dad took me, and I was 4 years old. Dad had taken me to some prior races, but this one was the most memorable.

Back then, NASCAR’s top series contested races all across the country on various racing surfaces. In 1953, for example, NASCAR sanctioned 37 Grand National races on 33 dirt tracks, three paved tracks and one road course.

The Davenport race, number 25 on the schedule, was short on cars – only 14 drivers signed in. But for me it was nonetheless exciting. I had never before seen brand new cars – as opposed to jalopies – race around the track.

Thomas, who was on his way to his second series title in 1953 – he’d taken the 1951 championship — won the 200-lap, 100-mile event in a 1953 Hudson at an average speed of 62.5 mph. Thomas’ prize for winning the Davenport race was $3,300.

One of the thrills in my life as a racing fan, announcer, publicist and journalist was meeting Thomas and his wife at (the now closed) Mark Martin’s Klassix Auto Museum in Daytona in February of 1998.

Accompanied by my son Dane, I was in town for meetings in connection with NASCAR’s Midwest-based Late Model tour, the All-Star Series, for which I provided publicity and media relations from 1990 through 2001.

Thomas, like many legendary drivers, had been invited to Speedweeks in Daytona that year to help NASCAR celebrate its 50th anniversary. I found it interesting that in 1998 Thomas told me he still remembered winning that 1953 race in Davenport.

Copyright 2013 by Phil Roberts, Creative Enterprises.
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DAYTONA BEACH, Fla. (Jan. 28, 2013) – Take it from the King. Herb Thomas stood tall in an era when the stock in stock car truly defined what NASCAR’s pioneers raced.

“He was as good as they come,” said Richard Petty. “There have been very few guys who had more confidence in what he could do than Herb. He was so strong-minded that he ‘willed’ his wins and what he was doing on the track.

“He was going to beat the guys on the track no matter what was going on. That was his mind set.”

High praise indeed from a driver whose father, Lee, battled door to door with Thomas and traded NASCAR championships with him. Both Pettys, father and son, are members of the NASCAR Hall of Fame. Thomas is due to be inducted into the hall on Friday, Feb. 8, along with fellow NASCAR premier series champions Buck Baker and Rusty Wallace; championship owner Cotton Owens and innovative crew chief, mechanic and engine builder Leonard Wood.

Thomas, born into a farming family in Olivia, N.C. not far from where North Carolina Motor Speedway would be built, was NASCAR’s first two-time champion. He captured premier series titles in 1951 and 1953 and finished second in two other seasons including 1954, Lee Petty’s first of three championship years.

Thomas, who died in 2000 at the age of 77, won 48 races between 1951 and 1956 – establishing a record winning percentage of 21.05 percent over a 228-race career. He ranks 13th among all-time NASCAR premier series winners. Thomas won three of the first six Southern 500s at Darlington Raceway.

“It’s win or bust,” Thomas once said. “Second place is never good enough.”

Thomas caught the racing bug in 1947 when he attended a modified race in Greensboro, N.C., with a group of friends. He bought one shortly thereafter but never had much success with the car. Thomas’ son, Victor Herbert Thomas, guessed that his father honed his driving skills behind the wheel of a dump truck hauling dirt over winding back roads to Ft. Bragg, N.C., during World War II.

“Daddy came from farming; he never was associated with the moonshine bunch,” he said of his father, who cut timber and operated a saw mill.

Although he won in a variety of cars, Thomas forever will be remembered as the driver of the No. 92 Fabulous Hudson Hornet powered by engines built by Smokey Yunick, owner of the self-proclaimed “Best Damn Garage” in Daytona Beach, Fla.

Thomas, who had won races earlier in the season driving a Plymouth and an Oldsmobile, switched to a factory-supported Hudson Motor Car Co. effort in mid-1951. The Hornet featured a high-torque inline six cylinder engine and – according to Thomas – a low center of gravity which gave the car a performance edge.

The biggest edge, however, appeared to be the driver himself.

“The tracks were rough, dusty and weren’t hard-packed (clay). You had to learn to drive around the holes,” said Hershel McGriff, who competed against Thomas in 1954 and won five races driving an Oldsmobile for Frank Christian. “He was real competitive.”

Baker frequently was quoted as saying: “The one guy you have to beat is Herb Thomas.”

Thomas won seven times in 1951 – five of the victories in his Hudson – and won the championship by a comfortable margin over Fonty Flock and became NASCAR’s first driver/owner titleholder. He posted eight wins a year later but finished second to Tim Flock, who also drove a Hudson.

Thomas won 12 times in both 1953 and 1954 as he and Lee Petty swapped championships. By 1955 Hudson’s factory presence was gone and Thomas switched to Chevrolets and Buicks. He crashed in May’s race at Charlotte Speedway, a 0.750-mile dirt track, suffering injuries that sidelined Thomas through most of the summer. Yet Thomas returned to win the Southern 500 for the third time and finished fifth in points despite missing 19 races.

The 1956 season was Thomas’ last as a full-time competitor. He won five times including three consecutive victories in Portland, Ore.; Eureka, Calif.; and Merced, Calif. at the wheel of Carl Kiekhafer’s No. 300B Chrysler 300. His crew chief was current NASCAR Hall of Fame nominee Ray Fox.

Thomas raced three more times in 1957 and 1962 before retiring for good. “I used to pass everyone in the turns. Now they pass me in the turns. It’s time to hang it up,” he said. “There’s no use running if you can’t be first.”

Thomas’ son, Victor, recalls his father as being quiet and never one to brag about his accomplishments.

“He always respected others and wasn’t a talker but if he said something, it would be the truth,” he said. “He never thought of himself as being a NASCAR champion. He was just a regular guy; a humble man.”

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Posted by on February 10, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Pass the cream and sugar, hold the espresso

teacup_gansonWhen it comes to modern culture, I like to think I’m right up to date.

I know, for example, all about the popular TV show, “Downton Abbey,” and have joined my wife in watching it. Note also that I wrote “Downton Abbey,” not “Downtown Abbey” as I heard an uninformed deejay refer to it.

I also know Sarah Palin’s book is “Going Rogue: An American Life,” not “Going Rouge” as another radio announcer called it.

So I keep up on modern culture, right?

Wrong. Anyone who knows me knows that isn’t entirely true.

I proved it again recently during a visit with family members in Minneapolis.
I found myself in a busy little cafe on a Sunday morning, trying to decide what to order for breakfast.

This was one of those places where you order and pay at the counter, find a table and wait for the staff to bring your food and drink to you.

It’s probably an efficient way to do business, but those sorts of places make me nervous. If you’re at what I call a “normal” restaurant, you can study the menu at your leisure and make a decision. If you need more time, when the waiter or waitress appears to take your order you just ask for a few more minutes.

But at this place in Minneapolis and others like it, you’re in line ahead of a lot of hungry, in-a-hurry strangers who’ve eaten there before and probably know exactly what they want to order.

I feel like 10 sets of impatient eyeballs are on me as I ponder my choices in places like this.

Choosing my breakfast food turned out to actually be quite easy. I chose The Standard. That’s two eggs, a choice of meat and some toast.

Then I looked at the listing of the coffee offerings.

Oh my God! I didn’t even know what most of them were.

So much for my thorough knowledge of modern culture.

In my defense, I did know enough not to order cappuccino. The cappuccino you get at a cafe like the one I visited in Minneapolis doesn’t taste anything like the sweet, warm mixture that comes out of the cappuccino machine at a convenience store. I learned that lesson the hard way a while back.

So on this morning in Minnesota, my son Clint ordered espresso. So to speed things along and not look uninformed, I crossed my fingers and did the same.

When my espresso arrived at the table, I was shocked. The concoction was thick and dark and in a tiny cup and saucer. The cup and saucer resembled dishes from a child’s tea set.

The waitress read the surprised look on my face. “Is this not what you expected?” she asked. I lied. “It’s fine,” I said.

Then I took a sip. Another shock. Yuck!

I’ve never tasted liquid mud, but it can’t be any worse than espresso. Liquid mud might even taste better.

According to Wikipedia, a pressurized brewing process for espresso makes the flavors and chemicals in a typical cup very concentrated.

“Espresso is the base for other drinks, such as a latte, cappuccino, macchiato, mocha, or Americano,” the website says.

I must have grimaced after that first taste because the young lady who had delivered the espresso was soon at my side again, unsuccessfully trying to conceal a smile.

“Cream and sugar might help,” she said, pointing to those items on a nearby counter.

They did help. Immensely. In fact, next time I think I’ll order just the cream and sugar. They can keep the mud in a mini-cup.

Copyright 2013 by Phil Roberts, Creative Enterprises. Submitted as a column to north Scott Press, Eldridge, Iowa.

 
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Posted by on January 19, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Long live Dale Peters, the Flying Farmer

Dale Peters accepts congratulations from promoter Ernie Cook for his 1973 Novice Division championship in Maquoketa, Iowa. Announcer Tom Feller and a trophy girl look on. Photo from Phil Roberts collection.

Dale Peters accepts congratulations from promoter Ernie Cook for his 1973 Novice Division championship in Maquoketa, Iowa. Announcer Tom Feller and others look on. Photo from the Phil Roberts collection.

Dale Peters at speed in 1978.  Photo from the Phil Roberts collection.

Dale Peters at speed in 1978. Photo from the Phil Roberts collection.

A wave from the Flying Farmer in 1979.  Photo from Phil Roberts collection.

A wave from the Flying Farmer in 1979. Photo from Phil Roberts collection.

I raced Dale's truck on Aug. 4, 1979.  Photo from Phil Roberts collection.

I raced Dale’s truck on Aug. 4, 1979. Photo from Phil Roberts collection.

The photo from Dale's obituary.

The photo from Dale’s obituary.

One of the downsides of aging is opening the paper to the obituaries and reading that someone who made a positive difference in your life has died. For me, that happens more and more all the time.

I learned yesterday (Jan. 3, 2013) that Dale Peters of Maquoketa, formerly of Grand Mound, had died. (His obituary follows this.)

I knew Dale as the Flying Farmer, the driver of a racing pickup truck. I had the pleasure of announcing Dale’s races at the tracks in Tipton and Maquoketa for many years, starting in 1978. I even had the honor once of driving his truck in an officials’ race. (No, I didn’t wreck it. But I spun out in front of everyone while running up front and scared myself.)

Most important, I had the pleasure of knowing Dale and his family personally. And I can say without hesitation that he was one of the nicest guys I have ever met on or off the track. I used to call him Mr. Congeniality.

I’ll never forget Dale’s broad smile, his kind words, the spring in his step and, while racing, his wave to the fans every single time he sailed down the straightaway past the grandstand — no matter how busy he was behind the wheel.

I have always enjoyed racing, but it became a little less fun when Dale hung up his helmet and the yellow and white pickup truck quit coming through the pit gate.

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GRAND MOUND, Iowa — Dale Henry Peters, 76, of Maquoketa, Iowa, formerly of Grand Mound, Iowa, died Tuesday morning, January 1, 2013, at his home.

Dale was born September 16, 1936, in Clinton, to Lester George Fredrick and Mildred Fern (Bird) Peters. He was a graduate of Welton High School. On September 13, 1959, Dale was united in marriage to Judith Joy Petersen in the Low Moor United Methodist Church. Dale served in the Army in Stuttgart, Germany, for several years, where his oldest daughter was born. Dale farmed for many years at rural Grand Mound, and was self-employed as a mechanic. He also had been employed by Eller Construction at Eldridge and Liqui Grow in DeWitt.

He was a member of the United Methodist Church of DeWitt and a former member of the school board for Central Community Schools. Dale raced stock cars in Maquoketa and Tipton for 14 years and was known as the “flying farmer.” He was an avid collector and restorer of antique tractors. Dale and Judy also enjoyed riding in tractorcades and traveling to many foreign countries together.

Surviving is the love of his life Judy of 53 years; daughters and sons-in-law, Jill and Randy Franzen of Maquoketa, and Jayne and John Watters of Andrew, Iowa; grandchildren, Jarett (fiancee, Riley Diercks), Nathan Watters and Kyle Watters; sisters and brothers-in-law, Millicent and Donald Hunsaker of Casstown, Ohio, Madelyn and Steven Olsen of Marion, Iowa, Nancy and Lonnie Blackwell of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and Nadine and Dick Sojka of Solon, Iowa; and nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends. Preceding Dale in death were his parents.

The family will greet relatives and friends at the United Methodist Church of DeWitt, from 2 to 7 p.m. today. A Service of Christian Burial will be 10 a.m. Friday, January 4, 2013, in the United Methodist Church, DeWitt. The Reverend Chuck Kelsey will officiate. Military rites and burial will be at Clinton Lawn Cemetery. Schultz Funeral Home of DeWitt is caring for the arrangements.
Pallbearers will be Alfred Casad, Tom Casad, Donnie Haack, Rick Ryan, Russell Rock, Doug Toenjes, Ray Flammang, and Alan Stampe.

Condolences may be expressed and a photo tribute viewed at http://www.schultzfuneralhomes.com.

Copyright 2013 by Phil Roberts, Creative Enterprises.

 
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