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Two Sad Goodbyes...
Thirty years later, fans of Elvis Presley are mourning all over again this week.
They remember Aug. 16, 1977, as the day the "King Of Rock And Roll" shockingly died at age 43 at his mansion, Graceland, in Memphis, Tenn.
Oldtimers connected to stock car racing sadly recall the date for still another reason:
It was the day 1970 NASCAR driving champion Bobby Isaac, who had just turned 45, was buried on a hillside overlooking Hickory Motor Speedway.
The Hickory track is where the fiery Isaac began his racing career. And it's where events unfolded that led to his death on Aug. 14 in '77.
I remember very well Isaac's funeral in a stately country church not far from his home in Denver, N.C.
Race drivers, to a man, detest attending funerals, for obvious reasons. They know the Grim Reaper might be awaiting them around the next turn.
But there was a sizable turnout of competitors for Isaac's service, led by his best friend, David Pearson, along with Cale Yarborough and Buddy Baker.
Pearson was so numbed by the passing of Isaac that he couldn't and wouldn't talk of it.
I joined a group of about six friends to drive to the funeral in a van. Five of the guys represented Winston, which had begun sponsoring NASCAR's top series in 1971. Veteran newsman Joe Whitlock, who had become Dale Earnhardt's first public relations agent and business manager, also was along.
After a touching graveside ceremony, we decided to drive to Whitlock's home on Lake Norman to drink a toast to Bobby Isaac. We stopped at a then rural country store/bait and tackle shop just outside Mooresville, John's Trading Post, to buy a couple cases of beer.
The owner, my late friend John Campbell, met me at the door.
"Tom," he said, "Elvis Presley is dead!"
"What's the joke?" I replied.
"I'm serious," John insisted. "Elvis is gone. They're speculating it was a heart attack, maybe induced by the misuse of prescription drugs."
Now we had two reasons to mourn at the home of Whitlock, himself destined to an untimely death a few years later.
Most of our talk was of Bobby Isaac, one of NASCAR's most colorful characters from the early 1960s through the mid-70s.
I shared Humpy Wheeler's description of Isaac during his early racing days on dirt tracks in the Carolinas before he ascended to the big-time tour, then known as the Grand National Division.
"Bobby either finished up front or upside down," said Humpy, the longtime president/promoter at Lowe's Motor Speedway in Charlotte. Wheeler raced against Isaac a few times in the late 1950s.
"And if Bobby got beat by someone that had banged into him on the track, well, Bobby ALWAYS won the post-race fistfight."
Isaac ran his first race on NASCAR's top tour in 1961. He completed only two laps and won $50.
From 1963-67 he ran from 4 to 27 races per season. He scored his first victory in '64, winning a 100-mile qualifying race for the Daytona 500 by a foot over Richard Petty while driving a Ray Nichels-engineered Dodge.
At that time the twin Daytona qualifying races counted as official events.
In '68 Isaac got the break of his career. He was hired to drive the Dodges of flamboyant Indiana insurance tycoon Nord Krauskopf. Isaac was paired on the No. 71 K & K Insurance team with an equally fiery crew chief, Harry Hyde.
The combo clicked.
Isaac won three of 49 starts in '68 and had 24 other top five finishes.
In '69 Isaac scored 17 victories in 50 starts and won 20 poles, finishing sixth in the point standings. Among his wins was a first on a superspeedway, coming in the season finale Texas 500 at Texas International Speedway in College Station.
Isaac was primed to make a run for the Grand National title.
He claimed the championship in 1970 by winning 11 of 47 starts and registering 21 other top five finishes. He took the crown by 51 points over Bobby Allison and earned $199,600 for the season, bonuses included.
In contrast, 2006 Nextel Cup champion Jimmie Johnson collected $15,952,125.
No wonder the sport's surviving pioneers somewhat resent the current crop of mostly young drivers.
Isaac spent two more seasons with Krauskopf, winning five times in 49 starts, including the 1971 Medal of Honor Firecracacker 400 at Daytona International Speedway, where he ran the final five laps with the hood flapping as two of the its three pins were broken. Isaac had been getting the black flag, but he took the checkers before he had to pit.
In '73 the native of little Catawba, N.C., went shopping for another ride, and found it with the veteran Bud Moore.
It was in Moore's Ford that Isaac was the central character in an incident that has become a part of NASCAR lore.
Isaac was running well at the big, fast Talladega track in Alabama when he suddenly, inexplicably pulled onto pit road, much to the surprise of his crew.
"What's wrong with the car?" bellowed Moore.
"Nothing," said Isaac as he emerged from the cockpit. "I heard a voice telling me to ‘park this damn thing,' and that's what I'm going to do."
Moore eventually rounded up Coo Coo Marlin to take over as a relief driver, and he helped salvage a 13th place finish. Dick Brooks won, scoring the only victory of his career.
What spooked Isaac? We'll never know for sure.
Perhaps it was the death of close acquaintance Larry Smith, the '72 rookie of the year, who susffered massive head injuries in a Lap 14 crash.
Isaac steadfastly refused to speak of "The Voice" during the remainder of his life.
Isaac's parking of Moore's car at Talladega made other team owners wary of him, and he started only 19 Winston Cup races over the next three seasons.
He left the big-time for good after having rides in only two races in '76.
Bobby then returned to his roots, Hickory Motor Speedway, to compete in the track's weekly Saturday night shows.
On a steamy Aug. 14 he experienced heat exhaustion during a race, got out of the car and was taken to a local hospital for treatment. He seemed to be responding well, then his heart that had proven so tough gave out. His wife was at his side.
There are dozens of anecdotes about Isaac's once terrible temper.
The most amusing -- to me, at least -- involves a round of golf he was sharing with mentor, pal and neighbor Richard Howard, the president of Charlotte Motor Speedway.
Their foursome came to a daunting water hole, and Isaac hit his drive into the drink at the course near Lake Norman. He teed up and hit another with the same result.
"I'm gonna get over that water no matter how many balls it takes," snapped Isaac.
Well, it took 17 before Isaac gave up.
He removed his golf bag from a cart he shared with Howard, charged to the water's edge and heaved the bag in. Isaac, in a huff, stormed toward the parking lot.
Suddenly, he remembered his car keys were in the golf bag. He returned to the water hole, waded out, retrieved the keys and let the bag once again sink to the bottom.
One of his playing partners was laughing uproariously.
Agitated, Isaac grabbed the guy and threw him into the water, too.
For his career on the foremost NASCAR circuit, Bobby Isaac scored 37 victories and won 50 poles in 308 starts. He had $778,053 in earnings.
That's not nearly as many "hits" as Elvis recorded, nor anywhere near the millions of dollars generated by Presley. Nevertheless, for four seasons from 1968-71, Isaac also rated big-star status on a different stage, stock car racing.
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These are the sort of memories that all fans of stofk car racing need to hear. It reminds us of where it all started, and what we have lost.
Posted by: SallyB | Aug 14, 2007 4:27:07 PM
Great story Tom. A bunch of us went to Morrow Mt. (just outside Albemarle, NC for those that don't know where that is) and had a cookout the day of Bobby's funeral. We all talked about Bobby that day. We didn't find out Elvis died until the next day. I think though, more of us missed Bobby than Elvis. Once again, thanks for the memories!
Posted by: Steve C | Aug 14, 2007 5:18:42 PM
Thank You Tom, I just learned of a fellow racers passing...Christian Elder, a former Short Tracker from Minnesota, who went on to The Goody's Dash and Busch Series, so I'll bow my head and say a prayer for all 3.
Posted by: Fan #5 | Aug 15, 2007 1:02:28 PM
Pretty big legends so close together must've been some need upstairs for good music and a wheel man.
It's funny though as the money has grown the "racedriver" mentality has not changed. The golf story is perfect. If you've ever seen a foursome of racers golfing, go-karting, video-games, eating, etc. you know how true it is. Funniest thing you could ever see. They'll compete for a peanut as hard as the last lap at Daytona. But in the end it usually is alot of fun and much laughter after the black eyes and cut lips and bloody noses have subsided.
Posted by: ScottG | Aug 15, 2007 1:09:49 PM
Thanks so much, Tom. I very much enjoyed reading your blog about a racer I never even heard of until today. During fan appreciation in May, we drove passed Mooresville and Lake Norman. My memory of that brought pictures to mind as I read your story.
Very cool.
Posted by: Doris | Aug 15, 2007 6:20:46 PM
Once again Tom, you have provided a great story. Thanks for the memories. :)
Still waiting on that book.
Posted by: Fran | Aug 16, 2007 6:04:21 AM
I remember where I was that week.
Thanks for the history lesson.
Posted by: Daine Sadler | Aug 16, 2007 8:18:14 AM
Hey Tom,
Thanks for another great blog. I look foreward to reading everyone now, just like I always anticipated reading your Observer columns back in the day. You and Whitlock were always the guys that could really..."take me there"....Thanks again.
Posted by: Ronnie White | Aug 18, 2007 8:36:19 AM
I always of the orange socks that
Bobby wore who I read about him.
Posted by: Willy Rein | Aug 18, 2007 10:42:19 AM
Thanks Mr. Higgins for putting up that story. I never knew that Bobby and Elvis died so close together, time wise. Back in those days, in Ft. Worth, we didn't hear a lot of Winston Cup news of any kind. All we ever heard about was the dallas cowpatties. LOL. (I'm a Packer fan myself)
Thanks for the memories, albeit sad ones.
Posted by: John | Aug 18, 2007 8:48:20 PM
I was a six year old boy sitting on the floor of my family's living room in 1977 when a bulletin came over our CBS station... I don't remember what we were watching, but I can still see the CBS logo and the word BULLETIN and I remember that it was just getting dark outside, and the announcer said that "Elvis Presley, singer and entertainer, has died at his home in Memphis, Tennessee." The messaged repeated and then it went back to our show.
I climbed in my mom's lap and began to cry.
She asked me what was wrong and I told her, "Elvis died and I'm sad."
For some reason, maybe because I liked and sang along with his music and knew who he was even at a young age, it was my first look at death in a familiar sense.
Bobby Isaac knew how that felt that day at Talledega...and racing, just for a day, was not worth that feeling...
Posted by: Todd | Aug 26, 2007 1:35:43 PM
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