Dale Earnhardt Jr. (39:48)
So right after this win, Dad's going to produce installment number two of his bi monthly articles. So let's read that. And the title for that is Earnhardt Still Rides on Cloud Nine by Dale Earnhardt. So the first word is huh? Huh? Earnhardt Wins Bristol Race. Now that is something to write about. I mean, we're not out there running to lose. Our whole crew has a lot of confidence, and I'm confident, too. But I've got to be honest, I didn't think our first victory would come this early in the season. It's incredible. And I'm so pumped. It's unbelievable. I can't even sleep late anymore. And I love to sleep late. Hey, I wish I'd have known that when he was complaining about how late I slept the other morning. I jumped out of bed, ran two miles. What? And he rode my bike. He rode his bike another mile and then spent almost an hour on the team's corner on the tennis court practicing his serve. All before it was time for breakfast. This is BS What a difference a wind makes. The week before, I was on a mower aerating my mother's lawn, sowing fescue grass seed and spreading 150 pounds of fertilizer. I even ran her a new drain line from the washing machine. Now I'm so pumped, all I can think about is getting to Darlington for the next race. I'm serious. Winning at Bristol, you is something I don't even think I can describe. I just talk about it, but I still can't express myself when it comes to how it really felt. The feeling's just there. I was in the lead during the next to last caution, and when the green flag dropped, Darrell Waltrip shot past like a bullet. Jake, the new crew chief on the Osterlin team, he gets on the radio and said, hey, man, are you tired? And I said, no, I'm not tired. Are you? Then he about cracked me up. He got back on the radio and said, listen, I'm not tired, but I'm about as nervous as anyone you'll ever know. I told him a few laps later that I was going to drive our race just like we planned. Hey, everything was working. I wasn't about to get that close and then start changing things. I had borrowed a neck strap from Richard Petty the morning of the race because Jake was worried about me getting tired. The tracks banked very steep at Bristol and the weight of the helmet can wear your neck muscles down late in the race. The strap was attached to my shoulder harness, but we never had to use it. I was so psyched during the last 50 laps of that race that the blisters on my hands quit hurting. It was like they almost disappeared right there at the end. I didn't want to think about nothing breaking. I didn't want to see no fingers from the starter telling me that there was five laps to go. I was just looking for the checkered floor flag. When I got the white flag, I looked in the mirror and there was nobody behind me. And I guess that's when I started feeling it. I concentrated on that last lap like it was in the middle of the race. I might have backed off just a little bit, but, I mean, I had to force myself to do it. I never felt like that before. I got the checker flag, and when I got around to turn two, I just let off the gas. I started crying, and then I was laughing at the the same time. I thought about a million different things. They were just flashing through my head. I was crying and laughing and doing a lot of thinking, and there's just no way to describe it. No matter what happens, I'll always savor every inch of that last lap at Bristol. Wasn't nobody in that car but me, and I'll have that feeling forever now. Victory Lane was unbelievable. I thought the guys in the crew were going to get in the car with me. They worked hard, and they deserve that win as much as anybody, maybe even more. Now they're really keeping me up. They want to win the poll and the race. I drove back home with Jake, and we Both talk about 90 miles an hour for a few minutes, and then we wouldn't say anything for a while, just glance at each other and grin, giggle and laugh like little kids. So many people helped me to get started and everything, and I just don't know what to say, where to start. I can't leave anybody out. Rod Osterlin gave me something that no other rookie ever got, and there were a thousand other people. All the guys I beat at Bristol, they're the ones who helped this Earnhardt kid win that race. I'm just going to use one of those columns to thank everyone later, after things are back to normal. Right now, I just want to say, thanks, Daddy, we did it. It. That's a cool article. You know, the first one I think he did seemed like a big old soup of thoughts, but this one was really cool, especially learning that he borrows the neck brace from Richard Petty and the chat with his crew chief on the way home and him also being pretty honest about his feelings and what he was doing at Mamaw's house, spreading fertilizer and cleaning up early lawn for the week before the race. Just some really cool stuff. After the Bristol win, another funny thing happened. Dad would make a slight misjudgment while trying to shave and he would nick his soon to be trademark mustache so he had to shave the whole thing off. Jake Elder joked that after the Bristol Wind, dad was smiling so big that the mustache was everywhere. He couldn't miss it. Another thing that's very, very cool about this Bristol win is that I have the uniform dad wore in that race and there's a really neat story about that. I found it by accident. Somebody had given this uniform to me in a bag and it was actually in a black trash bag and I put it in storage not knowing what was in it. I would discover it years later and when I pull it out I recognized it immediately as one of Dad's uniforms from 1979 or 1980. And when I got the uniform laid out and started comparing it to photos from the victory lane in this Bristol race, I easily recognize that it's the exact same uniform. Oddly enough, they would take this uniform and at some point in the 1980 season, there's some ink marks on it as they're trying to decide the new design for the uniform in 1981. But I have that uniform and it is one of my favorite favorite pieces of memorabilia.