Down Memory Lane ~ "Fireball" Roberts
1/28/2014
PattyKay Lilley
Long
before Dale Earnhardt became "The Intimidator", and even before
Richard Petty was "King", the sport of auto racing had another #1
man. His name was E. Glenn Roberts, but he was known the world over as
"Fireball."
Born and
raised in Apopka, Florida, young Roberts is said to have been a terror on
local roads, and US Highway 441 in particular, which he and his friends saw as
one huge drag strip. (Keep in mind, at that time 441 was a two-lane highway,
and one of them went the other way.)
Glenn
spent one year attending classes at the University of Florida, but
quickly decided that life wouldn't wait until he finished college.
Besides, all he'd ever wanted to do was go racing, and go racing he did!
He began his career on the dirt tracks of the brand new Grand
National stock car circuit that we now know as Winston Cup. In
1950, the 21-year-old Roberts ran second to Johnny Mantz in the first race ever
run at the new Darlington "Superspeedway," a paved 1.3-mile track in
Darlington, S.C. and the first of its kind on the circuit. To Fireball, the
highlight of that day was not running second, which he merely considered
losing, but finishing ahead of Red Byron, one of the toughest racers of the
era. (Byron finished third.)
In the
early 50's it was men like Herb Thomas, Tim Flock, Curtis Turner, Joe
Weatherly, Junior Johnson and Fireball Roberts that were the stars of the show
that now is dominated by names like Gordon, Wallace, Earnhardt and all the rest
we are familiar with today. When asked about the nickname,
"Fireball," Glenn always said that it came from his high school
baseball days, when he was a pitcher. However he got it, that name would become
very descriptive of his driving style throughout his career. From beginning to
end, he only knew one way to race and that was hard, with the only acceptable
outcome being first place.
Stock
car racing in those days was a very different animal from the pageantry we see
today, with specially built cars and engines that have nothing to do with the
word "stock." In the 1950's and early 1960's, it was pretty much
"drive what you brung," and many did just
that, driving to the track, racing and driving home again, all in the same car.
What came from the showroom floor was what was legal to run, although of course,
being racers, there was a never-ending quest to stretch the term
"stock" just as far as the limits would allow. Some call it cheating,
while others refer to it as "experimenting in the grey areas." That
part hasn't changed.
Safety
equipment was pretty much unknown back then. There were no roll cages and the
car doors actually opened. Heck, some of them even had four doors. Things like
padded seats, head restraints and automatic fire extinguishers hadn't even been
thought of, the tires on the car were just round and black, not designed for a
specific track, and of course, there were no inner liners. For
several years in the late 1950s, these early knights of the road even
raced a convertible series. Now, that's
scary! Have you ever seen a car on its roof? Still, I guess it was something
about the incredibly high danger factor that made auto racing so exciting; that
and the fact that the cars they drove looked exactly like the ones in your
driveway, because they were.
In 1959,
Big Bill France opened his brand-new "dream track" in Daytona Beach,
Florida, and in 1960, three more superspeedways opened their doors, in
Charlotte, Atlanta and Hanford California. The face of stock car racing was
about to change, as more and more tracks opted for paving over dirt and hard
packed clay, and the onset of these high-speed tracks would make the name
Fireball Roberts a household word. Once having tasted the speed at the big
tracks, Roberts just wanted more and more. Not caring at all about running for
the title, he picked and chose his races, leaving the little bullrings for
others to race, and concentrating his efforts on the bigger and faster tracks.
The world will never know how many titles he might have won if he'd raced full
seasons, but one has to imagine it would have been several.
In that
same year of 1959, Fireball began to drive for one of the most revered men in
all of motorsports, the legendary Henry "Smokey" Yunick. Smokey was
the proprietor of what he lovingly called, "The best damn garage in
Daytona" and was very simply the best auto mechanic in racing. In fact,
many of the improvements that have evolved into the sleek, super fast models of
today can be traced back to Smokey Yunick's
garage. With a driver of Fireball's character and ability seated in Yunick's black and gold #22 Pontiac, we witnessed one of
those magical combinations that seemingly could do no wrong. In a three-year
period, Fireball ran in 30 races on the superspeedways, winning 5 of
them and putting that #22 on the pole an astonishing 15 times. In later
years, Smokey would confide that there was no secret to the speed they produced
together. "When you get the mechanic, the driver and the money on the same
page, they're about unbeatable."
Not
surprisingly, although he loved all the superspeedways, Fireball's favorite
track was Daytona, from the very day it opened. He won the Firecracker 250 in
its inaugural year, but much like another driver of a later time, the 500
eluded him in the first three years, even though he was the fastest car. At the
first Daytona 500 in 1959, he climbed steadily from his 46th starting
place to lead the race, only to have a fuel pump fail on lap 56. In
1960, he started from the pole and led until the 19th lap, when a faulty
engine took him out of the race. In 1961, after starting from the pole again,
he led almost every lap until another engine failure ended his hopes with only
13 laps left in the race.
Finally,
in 1962, it would be Fireball's turn, and after winning his qualifying race as
well as a 10 lap "all-star" race much like "The Winston" of
today, he would start that 405 hp black and gold Pontiac on the pole and
finally claim that elusive prize, the Daytona 500. Of course, he did it in
true Fireball style, leading the last 49 laps and finishing nearly a half lap
ahead of second place Richard Petty. To put an exclamation point on that
win, he came back in July and won the Firecracker another time. So dominant was
he there that fans began calling Daytona "Fireball International
Speedway."
However,
something else was going on that year as well, as Smokey Yunick watched his
driver change. According to Smokey, Roberts had become agitated and nervous,
had begun sweating noticeably before each race and looked ill at ease in the
racecar. What was Yunick's advice to Fireball?
"I told him, 'I'm proud of you, but I'll never race with you again. You
should quit.' "
Fireball in pits at Augusta International Raceway, November
1963
Site of his last win
Photo compliments of Henry Jones AIRPS
Fireball
didn't quit, (although he later admitted to Smokey that he should
have) but instead signed a three-year contract with Holman-Moody to race
for Ford. After winning three races for his new car owners in 1963
and into 1964, the racing world had to bid farewell to Fireball
Roberts. It happened at the World 600 in Charlotte, when Junior Johnson struck
the rear of Ned Jarrett's Ford, sending Ned's car into Fireball's, which in
turn hit the wall and burst into flames. The instant Jarrett was free of his own
car, he ran to the burning car of his friend, who cried out to him, "My
God, Ned, I'm on fire! Help me!" Heroically, Jarrett did pull Roberts
from the inferno that had been an automobile just moments before. Sadly, it
would be too late. Seriously burned over 75% of his body, Fireball would lie in
pain for some 40 days before succumbing to his wounds. Ironically, he died on
July 2, 1964, the 27th birthday of Richard Petty, the man who would become
"King." He was only 35 years old, but what an impact he made on
the racing world in the short time we were privileged to know him!
It's
been one of my deepest regrets, that I never got the chance to see Fireball
Roberts race. He was one of a kind, and truly one of the "greats" of
all time. Several years ago, I discovered a poem, written by a gentleman named
Charlie Harville and entitled "The Ballad of Fireball."
In
loving memory of both Fireball Roberts and Charlie Harville, I offer it here as
a work of love from Charlie and from your humble author.
The Ballad of
Fireball - by Charlie Harville
They gathered there at the
Charlotte track,
The boldest drivers in the pack.
The men of nerve, the men of
speed,
To see which one would take the
lead.
And the boldest of them all
Was Fireball.
Racing's legends were there that
May,
Men whose memory lives today.
Their valiant deeds we still
recall,
Enshrined now in fame's hallowed
hall.
Most honored of all
Was Fireball.
There was Richard and David and
Jimmy Pardue,
(What fate held for him he never
knew),
And Buddy and Buck and Junior and
Cale,
Men whose nerve would never fail.
And bravest of them all
Was Fireball.
Pardue's
Plymouth was the fastest ride.
He sat on the pole, with Lorenzen
outside.
Lined up behind them, two by two,
Some of the greatest the sport
ever knew.
And greatest of all
Was Fireball.
The green flag dropped, they
started to race
Through the high banks at a
frantic pace.
Down the back straight, through
turns three and four,
The grandstands shook to the
engines' roar.
In the midst of it all
Was Fireball.
Seven was the fateful lap,
running at top speed,
Screaming down the back stretch,
going for the lead.
Cars started spinning, sparks
flew and flashed,
The blaze shot high as they madly
crashed.
Flaming into the wall
Went Fireball.
Struggling out from his own
burning ride,
Brave Ned Jarrett ran to this
friend's side.
Pulling him free, as flames
leaped higher,
Hearing his plea, "Help me,
Ned, I'm on fire."
That was the anguished call
Of Fireball.
Six thousand grew still as they
learned
That Roberts was badly hurt and
burned.
He was carried away to a healing
place,
While forty men stayed to finish
the race.
With thoughts that were all
Of Fireball.
His valiant spirit strove his body to mend
For forty long days, then it came
to the end.
For muscle and bone just could
not abide
The terrible hurt - it was his
last ride.
The last long haul
For Fireball.
But his deeds and triumphs stayed
in the mind
Of friends and old rivals left
there behind.
A host of brave men who still ran the track,
But sometimes their memories
drifted back
In silent recall
To Fireball.
And memories of him still are
alive
At those Southern tracks where he
used to drive.
With other men of nerve and speed
He raced into history, taking the
lead.
The legend stands tall
. . . Fireball.
EPILOGUE - 1994
Now Davey and Alan and Neil and
J.D.
Are together again, wherever they
be.
Curtis and Tiny and the Myers
brothers,
Gone, all gone . . . and many
others.
Now they are all
With Fireball.
[Author's note: Fireball Roberts
died on July 2, 1964 from injuries sustained on May 24 during the World 600 at
Charlotte Motor Speedway. Jimmy Pardue died on
September 22, 1964 when he crashed during tests at Charlotte Motor Speedway.]
This article appeared on the pages of Insider Racing
News in May of 2003, in conjunction with the anniversary of the crash on May
24, 1964 that eventually took the life of Fireball Roberts. It would prove to
be the catalyst that brought into my life two dear friends, Pam Trivette, the
only child of Glenn and Doris Roberts, and Sherry MacDonald, widow of Dave
MacDonald, who lost his life along with fellow driver Eddie Sachs, in a fiery
crash in the Indianapolis 500, just six days after Roberts' crash at Charlotte.
As we near the 50th anniversary of that fateful
week, it seems fitting that E. Glenn "Fireball" Roberts will be
inducted with the class of 2014 into the NASCAR Hall of Fame in Charlotte, NC,
and best friend, Dave MacDonald will be inducted with the class of 2014 into
the Corvette Hall of Fame in Bowling Green, KY. Best friends that died so close
together 50 years ago are celebrated together now. Pam, I wish you could have
lived to see this day. Your Dad will never be forgotten. Sherry,
my precious friend, the same holds true for Dave. They are gone, but
never forgotten. That's how love works.
Sherry MacDonald and Pam Roberts
Trivette
Augusta International Raceway,
September 2006
Site of Fireball Roberts' Last
Win, November 17, 1963
Dave MacDonald finished Second
Photo compliments of Henry Jones
AIRPS
Be well
gentle readers, and remember to keep smiling. It looks so good on you!
~
PattyKay
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