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Final Round, Final Chapter: Geoff Bodine

– FRIDAY, JUNE 30TH, 1978 –

We have decided to drop the fan club concept from this weekly column because of a lack of from New England clubs. For those of you who wrote us, we thank you but the number of letters we received doesn’t justify what we need to fill the space allotted us for “NERF’ers Corner“.

For all of you that have come to like our weekly hieroglyphics, the column will remain and for those of you who don’t appreciate this little corner in NESS, that’s the breaks. Ya win some, ya looz some!

The following will be the final chapter in the “Saga of Geoff Bodine“.

Mr. Bodine is so gracious in Victory Lane, so much so that he had to accuse S.J. Evonsion of spinning him out during the 100 lap feature at Riverside Park Speedway last Saturday night. It seems as though Bodine is quick to point the accusing finger, as in the case with Evonsion and Reggie Ruggiero last week. Ruggiero took him high on the final lap at the Park, the two cars touched with Bodine looping it. He finished fourth and then shook the finger at Ruggiero as if he had done it on purpose.

When the “Bellingham Bullet” had the finger pointed at him in recent incidents with Ken Bouchard (Stafford), George Savory (Seekonk) and Bugsy Stevens (Thompson), a quick response was, “Who?… Me?” He sure can accuse, but he says nothing about some other incidents in the same event where he tangled with Ruggiero, like riding over the rear of Evonsion, when he tried to pass him on the apron or bouncing Marty Radewick into Bob Polverari, spinning them both, or twice belting Jim Tourville. We’re quick to accuse, but oh so slow to confess to bad tactics.

After Bodine’s seventh straight victory at Stafford last week, I tried to get a taped interview for a local radio show here in Western Mass. and I was pretty sure that he would decline from speaking to me. True to his colors, he didn’t and I really don’t blame him as I haven’t been too nice to him in my column the past few weeks. To tell you the truth, I would rather interview anybody but Geoff Bodine. His car number is one, but he sure is not number one on my list and I’m sure that I rate low on his.

Next week the Bodine fans will retaliate with their letters. let’s face it, drivers and fans only want to hear the good things and anything controversial to them is a no-no.

This is the last week I will speak out on Geoff Bodine, I hope and so do a lot of others. Anytime in the future when I speak of Geoff Bodine, I will refer to him as “Mr. Zero“. In my mind, and it may be small, I feel that as a driver he may be number one, but his current personality rates him a big zero with me.

Oh yes! One last thing before I drop the subject of Mr. Zero. When I tried to interview him last Friday at Stafford, the conversation went like this…

Mr. Zero: “You’re Mr. Nerf, aren’t you?”
Mr. Nerf: “That’s right.”
Mr. Zero: “You know that NERF’s are nerds.”
Mr. Nerf: “If you say so.”

The rest of the conversation was about how I had slandered him and also about the fact that I had too much power in writing my column. He also feels that all racing newspapers should be burnt. If someone did that you wouldn’t hear all these woids of wisdom.

In stating that “Nerf’s are nerds” you know how Mr. Zero feels about you as a NERF (New England Racing Fan). You are the one who pays the way for the speedways to operate and for the purses that are paid to Mr. Zero and the “Big Red Machine” each week, but you are a nerd in the eyes of Mr. Zero. Shame. Shame.

We will now make Mr. Zero a promise and all his fans happy. Being that Dick Armstrong runs an ad each week in NESS to tell the people where the “Big Red Machine” is running, it will help me to know where I’m not going.

Til next week, hang in there.

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On February 14th, 2014 I republished an untitled NERF’ers Corner from May 26th, 1978 to which I titled, “Geoff Bodine and the Big Red Machine: Round 1”.  Since then, every time a column involving the NERF’s 30 plus year old writings about Geoff Bodine is republished, the site receives emails and negative comments about bashing the legend 30 plus years later. It’s not bashing whatsoever. This is a site in memorial to the writings and working of Robert Echo.

With each and every email and comment read I shake my head and most times start laughing at the idea some honestly believe these republishing’s are placed here to bash. How does one believe Robert Echo is dishing it out from the afterlife? Dear Lord! Call the ghost hunters!

I have written notes with these republished columns, prior to or afterwards, just as this very writing. I’ve noted repeatedly the history of their feud and how brief it really was.. I’ve gone absolutely out of my way to give benefit of the doubt regarding the driver back then and even criticized Robert Echo’s writing or interpretation of accusations of said driver’s actions.

The same goes for some who have seen a parent’s, relative’s or friend’s name mentioned in a column (from 30 plus years ago). Those relatives or friends who may have written a letter (30 plus years ago) to NERF’ers Corner out of anger or spite to which Robert Echo responded in his column (30 plus years ago) and in turn the recent reader is ridiculously offended.

If you are one of these offended folks, please, by all means, don’t bother coming back. Matter of fact, while you’re at it, don’t bother reading history books or old newspapers either unless it’s a fluff piece about unicorns, candy canes, ice cream and free money.

There were no grudges left behind when Robert Echo passed away. As stated in many a note before, the NERF became a fan of Geoff Bodine. They made their peace, face to face, long, long ago. They got over it. You should do the same.

To those who were quick to email or comment negatively about these republished columns, I certainly look forward to your positive comments once later columns are republished that involve the NERF’ers kudos and cheers about the very same driver legendary Modified ace we all know as Geoff Bodine.

What’s In A Book

– FRIDAY, JULY 7TH, 1978 –

Since Spring has come and gone and with the Summer upon us, my better half put me to the task of cleaning out the attic, cellar, closets and the trunk of my old Ford.

Somebody wanted to buy the old bird, my car not my wife, and build her into a Modified, but I told him the aero-dynamics of old Betsy couldn’t compete with the sleek bodied Pinto Mods of today. He said it didn’t matter because no one’s going to beat the “Big Red Machine” anyway.

I asked him if he was at Stafford Motor Speedway for the “Ferrara 100” last Friday night when the Dick Armstrong owned Nu-Style Jewelry Pinto driven by What’s his name came up empty…. The “MT” stands for Maynard Troyer who along with his sleek “Big White Machine” put another embarrassing defeat on the Number 1 Racing Team at it’s home track. Two confrontations at Stafford this year and “MT” has won them both.

Like my old writin’ buddy, Phil Smith, said before the annual Ferrara event, “No. 1 will be No. 2 and No. 6 will be No. 1.” Boy! Those Smith’s sure know their stuff.

Now back to the cleaning of the cracks and crevasses in the old homestead.

Down in the cellar I found a couple of boxes of old books among the other things. I brushed off the cobwebs, blew off some of the dust and started to read some of the titles of the dilapidated conglomeration of literature.

I thought some of the titles were made to order in reference to some of our Northeastern racing elite. So we decided to mention them in this weeks column.

The following are the people and the books we think could be used by them in some capacity.

Bob Polverari – “Shake the Dice and Be a Winner” by Jimmy the Greek.
Dick Grote – “He Means Nothing to Me” by Usta B. Ferst.
Reggie Ruggiero – “He’s Not So Tough” by Mario Fiore.
Phil Smith – “What’s In a Shirt” by Didunt Dunet.
Richie Evans – “The Way To Win A National Title” by Jerry Cook.
John Tallini – “Flagging Down Traffic” by U. Whisyacood.
Dale Lee Howdyshell – “Victory Lane – A Racing Drivers Dream” by Richard Petty.
Ron Bouchard – “The Only Way To Be Number One” by Mr. Zero.
Maynard Troyer – “Summers Are Always Green In New England” by I.M. Richnow.
Billy Taylor – “I Should Have Stayed In New York” by Nelson Rockefellow.
Punky Caron – “Running In The Tall Timber” by Paul Bunyon.
Ron Van Neese – “A Right Cross And A Left Hook” by Muhammad Ali.
Seymour the Clown – “I’m Number One” by Seymour the Clown.
Pete Fiandaca – “The Road To Success” by Speedy Gonzalez.
Dick Armstrong – “The Thrill of Victory and The Agony of Defeat” by Wanda Winn.
Toodi Gelinas – “A Fuel For Success – Gatorade” by Darrell Waltrip.
Jerry Cook – “It’s Not Gonna Be Easy” by Richie Evans.

Believe it or not, these books cannot be found in your local library. Some where in a dump in Western Mass is the remains of this once famous collection.

Til next time, “Keep on Trackin”.

Racing’s Now In Full Swing As It’s “Sizzler Time!”

– FRIDAY, APRIL 11TH, 1980 –

The new decade of auto racing in the Northeast can now be considered in full swing with the Waterford Speedbowl BLAST OFF 80 now three weeks into the history books with Marty Radewick the victor, and last weekend’s ICEBREAKER ’80 at Thompson Speedway now completed with six winners being crowned.  John Rosati took the Modified win while Bently Warren captured the SuperModified feature.  The Mini-Modified victory went to Dick Houlihan as Jeff Fuller made his return to the Late Model Sportsman ranks a winning one while Hank Rogers took the Midgets and Steve Johnson won the Street Stock event.

The weekend of all Spring weekends is now upon us with the “First Annual Speedway Scene Roast” set to go tonight at 6:30 p.m. at the Greek Cultural Center on Plainfield Street in Springfield, Mass with SPEEDWAY SCENE editor-publisher Val LeSieur set to be roasted.

Tomorrow and Sunday features the 9th Annual SPRING SIZZLER with warmups, time trials and heats set to go Saturday with consolation races, a 50 lap Non-Qualifiers event and then the 80-Lap SIZZLER.

Saturday also marks the opener for the Southern New York Racing Association at the Danbury Fair Racearena or you can go dirt trackin’ at the Orange County Speedway in New York or down to Pennsylvania way to Grandview Speedway.

If you can’t make it over to Stafford Motor Speedway for the SPRING SIZZLER on Sunday from New York State then take in the D.I.R.T. of New York opener at Weedsport Speedway. Up in Maine you can see the “5-in1 Show” at Lincoln County Speedway or if you’d like to view the USAC Stock Car boys you can travel to Trenton International Speedway to watch the “American 250”.

This coming Wednesday through Sunday you can see some of the  racing machinery that’ll be competing at Beech Ridge Speedway in 1980 by stopping out to the Maine Mall in Portland, Maine.

Friday night, the 18th, will find Albany-Saratoga Speedway kick off their season and then on Saturday for Shangri-La Speedway, Wall Stadium and at Fonda Speedway on the dirt.

On Sunday, the $400,000 NASCAR North Molson Tour begins it’s season with the SPRING GREEN at Catamount Stadium while Lee Raceway will also get away from the starting line and Weedsport will host a 50-lap dirt Modified SPRING SPECIAL.

Saturday, the 26th, Martinsville Speedway and Star Speedway hosts two day shows with 150-lap Modified event set for Martinsville the first day and then the “Virginia 500” for the Grand National stars on Sunday. Star hosts its Super Series Special on both days. Also scheduled for Saturday openers are Islip Speedway and Lebanon Valley Speedway.

On that Sunday, Oxford Plains Speedway runs its first of three NASCAR North Molson Tour events with the Pine Tree State 100 and Rolling Wheels Raceway opens their season.

These dates with take you through the month of April and just think… you have May, June, July, August, September, October and even November ahead. There is plenty of racing in the months to come and keep an eye out for the Ol Nerf and the Speedway Scene Promotional Team at your favorite racing facility. We’ll be there soon.

NERF’ers Nibblets…

*The Mini Modified feature at Thompson last weekend had cheers galore as NEMMA president, Dan Meservey thrilled the crowd with his charge from 21st spot to take over the lead at one time. He finally ended up fourth in his Coke Machine 11A Volkswagon and proved one thing in doing so, “Things do go better with Coke!”

*Rumor has it that da champ, Rene Charland, is going to tie the knot in the near future. From losing his hat to getting caught with his pants down to a ring in his nose. Whew! How unlucky can ya get. Now just think, if he has to spend Spring Sizzler weekend with Wayne Carroll, he’ll really be in bad shape! Hic-up!

*The new decade of auto racing has been filled with some early tragedies. First Tim Williamson at Riverside (CA) and Ricky Knotts at Daytona and now the death of a spectator and injury of two others when the Limited Sportsman of Fred Peacock got loose in a race at Langley Speedway in Hampton, VA last weekend. Peacock was in the second race of his young career. The name of the spectator is not known, but our sympathy goes out to the family.

*Rich Vogler of Indianapolis took the checkered flag in the first USAC Sprint Car event of the season. The race was run at Eldora Speedway in Rossburg, OH.

*Did you know that Thompson Speedway’s assistant flagman, Bob Gelinas has a nickname. He does! It’s Boom-Boom and it doesn’t come from being a belly dancer. It has something to do with the hotdogs at Martinsville. Next time ya see him, ask ‘im.

*Word has it that Ronnie Bodge will get himself a real pickle when Claremont Speedway opens on May 10th. Well, they do call his Modified the Pickle Wagon because of it being sponsored by Garrow’s Market of Rutland, Vermont and Garrow is known as the Pickle King. Also, Rumor has it that Sony Fleury’s Detective Agency is close to solving a two year old mystery known as the “Famous B&M Hotdog Caper” where tow boxes of hotdogs and some buns were hijacked on their way to storage from Fleury’s Snack Bar. I hear Bodge and his car owner, Karl Makela are under strong suspicion and you talk about being in a pickle. Heh! Heh!

*Did you know that popular SPEEDWAY SCENE photographer, Paul Bonneau quit school in the thrid grade, but later returned and then attended medical school where he graduated with the highest temperature! Got ya!

*We’ll have a few tickets at the door for “Roast the Rat” so come on. Enjoy a very funny night at the Greek Cultural Center at 8 Plainfield Street in Springfield, MA. It’s all to benefit the “Northeast Auto Racing Accident & Casualty Fund”.

*The Grand National ranks will now try out the rule that was run by both Modifieds and Late Model Sportsman during the Dogwood 500 at Martinsville. Any car changing tires under the caution will be penalized two-laps. They’ll try the rule out at seven events this season including the Virginia 500, Music City 420, Nashville 420, Volunteer 500, Capital City 400, Holly Farms 400 and Old Dominion 500.

‘Til next time: Old racers Never Die, They Just Keep Going In Circles!


–  FRIDAY, AUGUST 18TH, 1978  –

Somebody asked me last weekend, in reference to this column, whether I ever said anything nice? I told the person, sure and just to prove it, here goes. Ready?… Anything nice, anything nice, anything nice, anything nice. There I said “Anything Nice” four times and I hope that clears up the problem as to whether I can say anything nice. Yuk! Now I have to go wash my mouth out with soap.

Now on to other things of more importance… I hope.

In 1978 Tom Rosati had a winning streak in the Limited Sportsmans at Stafford Motor Speedway that rivaled the Modified's point leader, Geoff Bodine. Howie Hodge photo.
In 1978 a young Tom Rosati had a winning streak in the Limited Sportsmans at Stafford Motor Speedway that rivaled the Modified’s point leader, Geoff Bodine. Howie Hodge photo.

…1977 Stafford Motor Speedway Limited Sportsman Champion and Rookie of the Year, Tom Rosati, is presently the leading candidate for Rookie honors on the Northern NASCAR Late Model Sportsman circuit. Rosati, who turned 18 recently, leads this years Ltd Sportsman ranks by 64 points over Jeb Balise and has recorded 10 wins in 13 starts. Rosati’s closest competition for the Rookie award on the Northern circuit is 17 year old Randy Corey. I’m sure that Southern New England hopes ride with Rosati while the Northerners are rooting for young Corey.

…While on the subject of the Northern NASCAR Late Model Sportsman, Catamount Stadium’s Multiple Sclerosis – Burger King Classic on September 9th has real fan support. Fans, for the price of one penny per ballot, can vote for their favorite LMS, Grand American or Mini Stock star. The top vote getter in the three divisions will start on the pole with the second point man starting outside the front row and so on down the line. The LMS leader as of last weekend was Bobby Dragon with Robbie Crouch in second. Rounding out the top five were Dick McCabe, Langis Caron and Tom Rosati. The Grand American leader is Bruce Jaycox while Jay Yantz is in second. Harry Gammell is the top man in Mini Stocks with Steve Mishkit running right behind.

Richie Evans has increased his lead to 32 points over defending champion and cross-town rival Jerry Cook, as of August 12th, in the battle for the National NASCAR Modified Point Championship. The “Rapid Roman” now has 2,715 points to the “Cookie Monster’s” 2,673. It is a good bet that Rome, NY will be able to boast of having the top two Modified runners in the country. Wayne Anderson is presently third in the points race followed by Geoff Bodine, Fred Harbach, Paul Radford, Billy Middleton, Johnny Johnson and Melvin Swisher. Others well known to New England that are listed in the NASCAR points battle are: Gary Cretty (14), Satch Worley (15), Bob Park (18), Brian Ross (21), Charlie Jarzombek (22), Maynard Troyer (24), Ron Bouchard (27), Bugs Stevens (29), Greg Sacks (33), George Kent (34) and Roger Griffith (35).

Charlie Jarzombek
Chargin’ Charlie Jarzombek was 22nd in NASCAR National Modified Points in mid August of 1978. Howie Hodge photo.

…Here’s my pick for “Rookie of the Year” and “Most Improved Driver” at both Stafford Motor Speedway and Riverside Park Speedway, The Rookie at Stafford should be Ray McTeague while Most Improved honors should go to Dave Monaco. Frank Mich is a slight favorite for Rookie of the Year at Riverside while Jim Whipple should get the Most Improved award hands down.

…Speaking of Riverside Park, at the pre-race drivers meeting on August 5th, it was revealed that plans were underway for a third division of cars for the 1979 season at the quarter-mile oval. I wonder if officials have a feeling that the Modifieds are going to become an extinct breed, which they are, and want another division to pick up the slack as a main event class if this happens. My guess would be a Late Model Sportsman division, but you could see a Limited Sportsman or Street Stock class. Right now only the Grand Mucky-Muck knows…

…You talk about top Limited Sportsman drivers, well Stafford Motor Speedway has Tom Rosati, Jeb Balise, Bud Peckham and Jim McCallum plus many others, but Stafford doesn’t have Diane Teel. Langley Speedway in Hampton, Virginia can boast of having Mrs. Teel, the only woman driver in the division at the track. She is presently leading the Limited Sportsman class, has two feature wins to her credit, has finished 10 of the divisions 13 races in the top five and all 13 in the top ten. According to NASCAR, she is the first woman to win a NASCAR feature anywhere in any division. She’s also recognized as the first female NASCAR driver to lead a class this far into the season. All those Stafford Ltd. shoes had better watch out or Mrs. Teel may just come North and show ’em how a lady does it…

Cale Yarborough leads the NASCAR Grand National point race with 2,982 points over second place man Dave Marcis who has 2,824. Rounding out the top ten are Benny Parsons-2,801, Bobby Allison-2,579, Darrell Waltrip-2,568, Richard Petty-2,515, Lenny Pond-2,391, Buddy Arrington-2,328, Richard Childress-2,278 and Dick Brooks-2,245.

…The first turn wall at Stafford Motor Speedway is definitely New England’s answer to the Rock of Gibralter. The wall, like its counterpart, has never moved, not that some haven’t tried over the years. Those who have tried the durability of the wall this season and have come away losers are Leo Cleary, Eddie Flemke, Lou Tabone, Jack Bateman, Moose Hewitt, Brian Ross, Bob Polverari and Doug Zigadio. There have been other’s who’ve tried the wall and I’m sure there will be more. No matter who tests the Stafford Rock of Gibralter, we all know who will come out the winner, don’t we?

…This Sunday at 6pm Monadnock Speedway will host the “New England Classic 100” which has been sanctioned by NASCAR as a National Championship event. The track has posted $9,265 in awards with the winner taking home as much as $1,550 and 175 points towards the NASCAR National Modified Point Championsip. Present point leader, Richie Evans and defending point champion, Jerry Cook along with Wayne Anderson, Geoff Bodine and Fred Harbach are expected to appear. Southern drivers who could put in a possible appearance are Paul Radford, Satch Worley and Jimmy Hensley. Other chauffeurs who may be on hand are Maynard Troyer, Ron and Ken Bouchard, Brian Ross, Gary Cretty, Bob Park, Bugs Stevens, George Kent, Ray Miller and Bob Polverari. Don’t miss this show as it is one of only two National Modified Championship shows in New England. This is a must see show…

Richie Evans
Point leader, Richie Evans did indeed show up for the NASCAR National Modified Championship points show. Here seen at speed at Winchester, NH’s Monadnock Speedway in 1978. Mario Fiore collection.

Stafford Motor Speedway has to head the list for having one of the best weekly racing programs around, even though there has been a shortage of Modifieds. Three divisions of racing always fill the program, but what really makes the Friday nights at Stafford’s so special is a little man in a funny suite with red hair, a big red nose and a miniature replica of a Gremlin Modified. I’m talking about a clown named Seymour who puts on one hell of a show for the young and old alike. If you haven’t seen Seymour explain the racing flags and what occurs with starter Frank Sgambato following, then you’ve really missed sumthin’. If you haven’t seen Modifieds, the Limited Sportsman, the Street Stocks and especially Seymour, the mayor of the speedway, then you’ve missed probably the finest show in New England or anywhere else for that matter.

…We’d like to send out a belated pat on the back to some first time winners from a couple weeks ago. Heavy pats to Pete Fiandaca, who beat some of the best at Seekonk Speedway and to Stan Greger, who won his first ever at Riverside Park Speedway after three straight second place finishes. We also send out a hearty pat to Lenny Pond, who captured his first checkered flag in the Grand National ranks after many years of trying. He took the win in the “Talladega 500” by a scant foot over Donnie Allison

…The Northern NASCAR Late Model Sportsman point race shows Bobby Dragon out front with 532 points and Robbie Crouch is in close pursuit with 508. Rounding out the top ten are Claude Aubin-494, Dick McCabe-488, Langis Caron-464, Beaver Dragon-456, Stub Fadden-410, Jean Paul Cabana-352, Hector LeClair-346 and Tom Rosati-330.

…Add the scorers to the list of officials at Riverside Park Speedway who continue to show their ignorance. They let the fifth place car move up two positions putting him ahead of the fourth place car on a twentieth lap restart and then tried to rectify their mistake on a lap 46 restart. Who knows what might have happened in the 26 lap period if the restart had right, but now we’ll never know. This is nothing new as it seems that all the officials at the Park including the NASCAR Officials, Flagman and Scorers have been terrible. Three teams, including the one that took the checkered flag, still all lay claim to the “500” title. After watching last Saturday’s fiasco it makes one wonder who really won the “500”.

Marty Radewick
Yet again, driver Marty Radewick and Fred Felton’s Radical Racer Modified were turned away at the Park. Jim Snape photo.

The Fred Felton “Radical Racer” was not allowed to unload last Saturday at Riverside Park Speedway because it’s not built in accordance with an unwritten rule, which we’ve covered before. A rule which is written in the Park’s Rule Book or whatever is the 340 CI Motor limit. So why were three cars allowed to run with motors larger than 340 CI. I wonder how track regulars Gary Davilli, Ted Chalmers, Frank Minch, Roland Bombadier and Mike Hornat feel about not qualifying because three cars with motors above the limit were allowed to make the starting field. If that’s not enough, what about the guys who took home less money because they finished behind the illegal cars? Evidently, rules mean nothing at Riverside, written ones that is.

‘Til next time… “Keep on Track’n”.

Everyone Has A RICHIE Story: A Few From the “Press Brat”


“.. just a press brat..”

When our family started venturing religiously to the local speedways, from 1974 to 1978, I was a complete sponge soaking up the environment of each facility and gaining knowledge of the cars and their pilots, specifically the Modifieds. I studied each and every Coupe, Pinto, Bobcat, Vega, Astre, Gremlin, Chevette, Monza, etc. that came out of the pit gate and onto the speedway. I studied the bumpers, the cage, the way the bodies set, how the safety nets were positioned, the way the drivers sat and their posture behind the wheel, the way each held the steering wheel and the helmets they wore. I was all about identification because in order to get the full understanding of the racing I was about to take in and enjoy it, I HAD to make sure I knew WHO was piloting WHAT car. Pretty soon I was a wiz at which driver was in which Modified and would argue with anyone who challenged otherwise.

One Saturday just before practice at Riverside Park, Eddie Flemke (Sr.) made a brief rare appearance in the grandstands. He came up from the pit area to speak with my father. -I’m not positive, but believe it was in regards to Fred Felton’s Radical Racer and Park officials refusing to let it run- The conversation between the two led to my father making a quick dash into the pit area and left Eddie in the Grandstands to keep an eye on me. Eddie sat down in my father’s seat and immediately started to quiz me. It wound up being something that he’d do when we stopped by his shop, among other places, and saw Eddie. -“Where did you go? Who was running good? What was he driving?”-.

By the time my father came back and thanked Eddie for keeping me company Eddie was calling me the “Racing Dictionary” and that nickname stuck for quite a few years within the press boxes and press sections at the local stomping grounds of Riverside, Stafford, Plainville, Monadnock, Thompson and Westboro. Those Flemke quizzes I fondly remember with big smiles and was just fine with the nickname. When a guy like Eddie gives you a nickname, you wear it proudly like a badge of honor. 

Claremont Speedway, Claremont, New Hampshire 1979. *Left click the photo to enlarge.
Claremont Speedway, Claremont, New Hampshire 1979. *Left click the photo to enlarge.

In 1979 our family’s racing intake went on a major diet and for a kid who grew accustom to the flavor of frequenting many of the great New England racing venues, it was an extremely painful cold turkey. My father took on the challenge of his first promoter and race director job with Claremont Speedway and C.O.D.A. (Claremont Owners and Drivers Association) in Claremont, New Hampshire. A track who’s opening night in 1979 was the first race I had ever attended there. I knew no one, but that changed over the season with the Jarvis, Albro, Bodreau, and Bibens clans along with others treating us like family. It turned into a great experience for our family and one we have never forgotten.

With the gold Speedway Scene Pontiac Firebird my father had before the van came along. Our first visit to Wall Stadium, New Jersey in mid 1980.
The gold Speedway Scene Pontiac Firebird my father had before the famous van came along. This was our first visit to Wall Stadium, New Jersey in mid 1980. The next day we were at the historical Watkins Glen for the last CART race held there. Personal collection.

After Claremont Speedway and C.O.D.A.’s successful season concluded, all the joys of being the son of the NERF and the perks of being the son of a track promoter increased a hundred fold. Val LeSieur offered him the Promotional Director position at Speedway Scene (cue the chorus of angels singing).

If I tried to name every track we attended at least once in those Speedway Scene days from late ’79 to the close of the ’84 season, I know for sure I would miss a few. It was simply a bull-rush of racing for over 5 seasons. We turned up at every major race from Martinsville,  Virginia to Nelles Corners, Ontario. Dirt or asphalt didn’t matter, all the Oswego Classics, Thompson 300’s, Race of Champions, Super Dirt Weeks, Oxford 250’s, over 100 plus races a season, we were there and I was living the dream.

Along the way we met all kinds of racing personalities. THAT is indeed the part I have always cherished while looking back over those years. Taking in all the racing events and meeting all of these fantastic racing personalities (fans, crews, drivers, owners, track owners, promoters, officials, sponsors and those in the press) was like learning the meaning of life for a nine to fourteen year old auto racing junkie of an equally addicted father. It was as if being handed the keys to the gates of Northeast Auto Racing Heaven (again.. cue the chorus of angels singing).

The interesting thing was coming back home and being asked by friends and their parents, where we had been. I’d go down the list of the past weekend’s fun and would be met most times with disbelief. “Stayed at Jerry Cook’s house? Sure.” .. “Steve Kinser told you and your father that? Yeah right!” .. “Sat in every car at Troyer Engineering last Thursday? Whatever.” And oh boy did the eyes roll when I came back after Labor Day in 1981 and told them we had camped out in Richie’s shop prior to Oswego Classic Weekend.

My father and I put a lot of miles in the Speedway Scene van. 70 to 80 or more races a season. Howie Hodge photo.
We put a lot of miles in the Speedway Scene van. 100 plus races a season. If it was a racetrack, dirt or asphalt, and it was located in the Northeast and eastern Canada, we were there at one point along the way. Here pictured at Thompson Speedway in early 1982. Howie Hodge photo.

That leads me to Richie. In those years on the road we ran into Richie Evans and his crew numerous times each season; Stafford, Spencer, New Egypt, Riverside Park, Shangri-La, Oswego, Thompson, Monadnock, Seekonk, Pocono, Trenton, Islip, Holland.. I loved every time we did and looked forward to the ribbing I’d receive, well, most of it anyway.

Richie was something. Great racer? The best! Great champion? Without a doubt! Great guy with the fans? Abso-friggin’-lutely, no question about it!

Reminiscing over the years about Richie and starting up this site in memory of my father has led me to finally sit down and write about some of the many personal stories I am very fortunate to have involving Richie. I admit that it’s taken quite a while for me to buckle down and get it written. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Writing about personal run-ins as a kid with a guy who was and always will be the king of the division we know as Asphalt Modifieds can be a bit intimidating. It carries a certain amount of pressure to get it right. More so, talking about Richie can become a tough and emotional subject involving laughter, tears and more laughter.

During an email exchange, over a year ago, with a former co-worker and friend of my father’s, who was “chasing deadlines”, I mentioned the struggle I was having approaching how to write these memories down for this very column. Do I tell it this way or that way? In what style? His response was a short lighthearted one that I expected, “Yeah, it’s work!”

Another friend of my father’s gave some interesting advice that got the gears turning, “You lived it up with your father and met all kinds as a kid. Tell it like you’re telling stories around the campfire with friends, but write it through the eyes and ears of the kid who experienced it, not the adult you are today. Keep the innocent views of the kid you were. That’s how you should tell it.”

Alright then, so here it is. I gave it my best shot.

A quick note.. Some of the wording in conversations I’ve placed in quotes may not be exact. Thirty years of dust collected in my personal vault “upstairs” is indeed the reason. However, as others have shared their own personal memories of racing days gone by and interaction with racing personalities along the way, their wording more than likely isn’t exact as well.

I do assure you no falsehoods exists in these personal memories. I share them as a fellow fan who was extremely lucky to have a father involved in the media side of our sport which allowed me to experience many things others hadn’t. Lucky that Val hired my father to help grow his racing publication’s coverage area and also create the Racearama during a great period in Northeast auto racing history. Lucky to ride shotgun with my father all those years and have great memories of unbelievable people involved in our sport back in the day. Of course the subject at hand, lucky enough to get ribbed by Richie every time we ran into him.

I hope you enjoy these personal Richie stories written as best as I remember them as the kid who was very fortunate to experience them.

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Filling That Tank..

Richie Evans’ stats speak for themselves.  A nine time NASCAR National Modified Champion, over 65 track championships and 600 plus feature wins at numerous tracks up and down the east coast, to which are still being discovered. Those stats are only the tip of the iceberg in regards to who Richie Evans was to the auto racing community and why he meant so much to the fans, media and fellow competitors all the way up to the track owners, promoters and sanctioning body heads.

Polverari #711 lines up for heats at Riverside Park Speedway in 1977. The same year he won his 3rd consecutive track championship. Jared Echo Photo.
Bob Polverari #711 lines up for heats at Riverside Park Speedway in 1977. The same year he won his 3rd consecutive track championship. As I typed that I could picture Richie up there in heaven shaking his head and saying, only you would write about me and have the first Modified photo in the story be Bobby. Jared Echo Photo.

As a youngster in the mid ’70’s and early ’80’s and a die-hard Bob Polverari fan, I thought Richie was special. It wasn’t because of his wins or championships, but the way he was towards me every time we ran into him – well, except the first time, but you’ll soon know that story-. Only as I grew older did I truly realize he was that way with damn near everybody. He was special.

Anyone who met him and had the chance just to be around him, even for a brief moment in the pits, before or after a race, walked away feeling as if they knew him and had made a friend. 

To the young fans the most important thing is wanting to feel like you matter. Just a few minutes of one on one conversational interaction between a youngster and a driver lasts forever and makes a fan for life. When drivers or racing personalities, people they look up to, gives someone that time and attention it filled that tank. It works the opposite as well.  A driver has a bad day and isn’t up for interaction or conversation, blowing someone off, it leaves a lasting negative impression.  As for kids, it’s that ever important first impression to which they draw their conclusions. As a young fan, THAT impression is EXACTLY why it never dawned on me until I got a bit older that Richie was indeed great with everyone.

Richie proverbially filled that tank.  He took time and even shared some laughs with fans of all ages.  If Richie had an off night, a very rare wreck or even lost a close one to a heated competitor, he still had time to talk, joke, laugh and always met you with a smile. For that very reason he was a champion of the fans and not just with HIS fans..

But, that’s not how it started between Richie and this kid..

The Park and.. Child Labor?

My father would occasionally share this particular story with friends in racing, especially when around Richie or when his name was brought up after Richie’s untimely passing.  It took place at a time my father was writing the “NERF’ers Corner” for what was then known as New England Speedway Scene.

At Riverside Park Speedway in 1978, most nights for those in attendance ended with the drop of the checkered flag on the Figure 8’s feature.  Some fans wound up at Riverside Park’s Beer Gardens to enjoy corn on the cob, hot German potato salad, a beer or three and great conversation.

If you were a child of one of those Park’s Beer Garden attendees, you were either on the rides in the amusement park or out in the parking lot looking at the Modifieds strapped to their ramp trucks and trailers. If you were real lucky, you were given the prestigious job most of us kids referred to as a Car Watcher –“Hey kid, if you watch our car, there’s a hat in it for you”-.  The Car Watcher was indeed an honor bestowed by the team while they mingled at the Park’s Beer Gardens.

Car Guard. Assuming the position as many of us youngsters did back in the day of open trailers, haulers and ramp trucks. My what kids are missing today. Robert Echo photo.
Car Watcher. Assuming the position as many of us youngsters did back in the great days of open trailers, haulers and ramp trucks. In my opinion, it’s a damn shame what kids are missing today. Open haulers and trailers created excitement and changed a family’s weekend plans when a hauler passed them on the road. Robert Echo photo.

Car Watcher (kär  wŏch′ər) *kid’s definition: A job consisting of keeping watch over the hauler and the car strapped to it. See to it that no one messed around with anything in the car or the tool compartments. A very important job that pays off in t-shirts, jackets, hats, or stickers (a racing fan’s gold).

Car Watcher (kär  wŏch′ər) *Parental definition: An utter sham. A tactic used by quite a few of us to allow ourselves time to laugh it up at the beer gardens and talk racing or shoot the breeze with the drivers, crews and fellow fans while our kids amused themselves among other kids by any particular hauler. A way to make sure we don’t have to walk through the entire damn amusement park to hunt them down.

The most memorable time I recall this story being told was at the breakfast table in the Thompson Speedway Clubhouse on Thompson 300 weekend (’80 or ’81). We were sitting at the table with Val LeSieur, Richie and a few other Northeast racing personalities. Richie started giving me crap about how I was holding my spoon and I smarted off to him with a smile. Richie reacted by knocking my hat off and saying, “What’s the matter with you? Hold your spoon right AND why can’t you keep your hat on your head?

As I’m picking up my hat, one of the others at the table said I should be nice to Richie. Richie answered, “Don’t worry about Lil’ Echo. He’s been a press brat since I first met him.

The gentleman asked how long that had been and after some words from Richie and my father, they started in with the story..

Reggie Ruggiero chases Richie Evans at Riverside Park Speedway in a 1978 feature event. Photo courtesy of Mario Fiore's collection.
Richie Evans leads Reggie Ruggiero at Riverside Park Speedway (Agawam, MA.) in a 1978 feature event. Photo courtesy of Mario Fiore’s collection.

My father started off, “We’re in the beer gardens at the Park and I’m shooting the s**t with Richie (throwing a thumb to the very person sitting to his left. I was sitting to Richie’s left.).  He starts telling me about how he couldn’t get over all the kids out in the parking running around the haulers and says..

Richie interrupts and takes over, “They were like a mob of pint sized Keystone Cops out there.. So I’m telling him how we pulled up and parked by Bobby’s (Polverari) hauler. There’s this little long blond haired kid sitting on the hauler with a serious look on his face. I walk up to him and ask what he’s doing.  He says he’s watching his favorite driver’s car.  I ask him if he could watch ours too.  He says, ‘I could, but Bob’s is number one.’ So I says, ‘There’s a t-shirt in it for you’.  The kid ain’t budging, doesn’t even answer! So I ask him, ‘Does Bobby give you shirts?’ He says, ‘My parents got me a bunch of Bob’s shirts.’  So I says, ‘Your parents bought you those shirts. I’m going to GIVE you one! So how about it? You wanna’ watch my car?’  You know what the kid says to me?  He says, ‘Sorry, you’re not Bob Polverari.’  Then he points behind me and says, ‘He’ll watch your car for you.’  I turn around and it’s a four year old wearing half the ice cream he’s eating and walking around with only one shoe on!

Everyone at the table starts chuckling.  My father takes over the story, “Then it dawns on me and I ask Rich, (again pointing a thumb to the very person sitting to his left), ‘This blond haired kid, did he have hair down to here?’ (putting his hand at shoulder length). Rich says, ‘Uh-huh.’  ‘And was he wearing a blue jacket with a Cardinal 500 patch on it?’ Richie says, ‘Yeah! That’s the kid! You know the little bastard?’

Richie takes over, “He says, ‘Yeah, I know him.’  So I ask Bob, ‘Who’s friggin’ kid is it? Point ’em out. I’m going to give his parents a bunch of s**t.’ Bob loses his smile and says, ‘That’s my youngest son, Jared’ (Richie turns to his left and lightly back-hands me on the shoulder and also knocks the hat off my head again).  I look at Bob and says, ‘Chip off the old, NERF!

The table erupted with laughter as I picked up my hat and ate my breakfast while my face slowly turned a shade of Armstrong red.

After the ’81 SIZZLER..

More often than not Richie would start a race from wherever in the field and be holding the winning trophy by the end, wearing that trademark smile of his, surrounded by his crew and fans. Stafford Motor Speedway’s 1981 version of the Spring Sizzler was not one of those moments, but you couldn’t tell with Richie’s ear to ear smile when it was all said and done.

As I had mentioned, I’ve been a Bob Polverari fan since first taking in an event at Riverside Park Speedway in 1975. At Riverside Bob was a champion who was always one of the drivers with a great chance at being a victor. At Stafford however, he had yet to taste victory albeit his performances in the Spring Sizzler, of all races, is where he had opened some eyes and shined in the past.

Heading for the start-finish line with two laps to go in the 1981 Spring Sizzler at Stafford Motor Speedway (CT). Richie makes a move down low. The two battled side by side over these last two laps. It is considered the greatest Sizzler finish of all time. Howie Hodge photo.
Heading for the start-finish line with two laps to go in the 1981 Spring Sizzler at Stafford Motor Speedway (Stafford Springs, CT). Richie makes a move down low. The two battled side by side over the last two laps. This race is still considered the greatest Sizzler finish of all time. Howie Hodge photo.

In 1980 Bob and team returned from a year off with a brand new new Chassis Dynamics Chevette bodied Modified. The Modified sported a paint job most of his fans had been accustom to from previous seasons, white body with deep blue script numbers. In 1981 they had the Chassis Dynamics chassis, but no one would’ve guessed. The second year chassis and frame was now powder coated gold. The body was a TC3 (Plymouth Horizon). Both the hood and body were black with the traditional script numbers in shiny gold.

His performance in that Sunday’s Sizzler was nothing short of spectacular. The battle between he and Richie over the remaining laps is the stuff of legends. In the end Bob beat Richie to the line by about a foot, if that.

Us Polverari fans were out of our ever-loving minds and that is NOT an over exaggeration by any means. Matter of fact most everyone on the speedway grounds were celebrating the spectacular finish.

What added to the moment was the scoreboard, which first read “71-61-44” when they took the checkers. A few seconds later it changed to “61-71-44”. The decibel level coming from grandstands was up there with a rock concert and when the scoreboard changed back moments later to “71-61-44” the decibel level red-lined and broke the proverbial needle. Ask anyone who was there, they can testify. It was the largest “pop” I have ever heard at Stafford.

If one missed the finish and the end result –oh, you poor soul- one might have mistaken Richie being the winner or even Reggie Ruggiero for that matter.

Reggie and Mario Fiore showed up with a year old Evans shop built chassis, Pinto bodied Modified by way of Midwest Late Model Star, Mark “Captain Sizzle” Malcuit. Their performance that weekend culminating with a third place finish was a victory in of itself. So the 44’s driver, owner, crew and fan’s celebration added to the celebration by Bob Polverari’s crew and fans as well as Richie’s crew and fans. It made it one electrifying podium.

I don't think there were many times anyone can recall Richie (R) being THAT happy and NOT winning. However, being beat by a good friend in the closest finish in Sizzler history and seeing Reggie (L) finish third in Mario's new Modified, an Evans chassis, gave him plenty of reason to smile. Howie Hodge photo.
I don’t think there were many times anyone can recall Richie (R) being THAT happy after NOT winning. However, being beat by good friend Bob Polverari in the closest finish in Sizzler history and seeing Reggie (L) finish third in Mario’s new Modified, an Evans chassis, gave Richie plenty to smile about. Howie Hodge photo.

After the event’s post race interviews and celebrations I sought out Richie, who was by his car with one foot up on the front right tire leaning an elbow on his knee and smoking a cigarette. It was one of the few times I can recall seeing him by himself at any racetrack, if just for a moment. I approached him and told him, “That was the best race I have ever seen. You were charging hard after that pit stop, Richie.

He smiled, knowing Bob was my favorite driver and said, “I bet it was, Lil’ Echo. It was a good one from where I was sitting too.

Now at the age of 11, the belief that my driver could beat Richie at Riverside Park was indeed very real. I had seen it and cheered it a few times, but it was a little hard, even after seeing it for myself first hand, that it could happen at Stafford. Ah, the mindset of an 11 year old. So I hesitated a bit in front of Richie, looked around, kicked up some dirt and turned to say something that an 11 year old might, just for assurance as what I had just witnessed was the real deal, “Richie, thanks for let..

Before I could finish, Richie gave a quiet chuckle, stood up abruptly, took a step closer, and while placing a hand on my shoulder said, “Jarret, I didn’t let him win, if that’s what you were going say. Bobby beat me and that’s all there is to it. Your driver won and I’m about as happy for him as you are.

He pulled my hat down over my eyes, turned me around by the shoulders, kicked me in the seat of the pants and said “Now go enjoy it.

I did as instructed.

“So am I your favorite yet?” ..

I've posted this photo before. 1980 at Stafford. The third of three taken. The first pic Richie squeezed my neck and I ran out of the photo. The second photo taken he did it again, but quickly grabbed me in a head lock. By the time this photo was taken we were all laughing. The leather visor was one my brother made in high school. Bonnie Echo photo.
1980 at Stafford Motor Speedway. The third of three photos taken. The first pic Richie squeezed my neck and I ran out of the photo. The second photo taken he did it again, but quickly grabbed me in a head lock. By the time this photo was taken Richie and I were red faced from laughing. The leather visor was one my brother had made in high school. From my personal collection.

I’m not very sure when this ongoing exchange got started between myself and Richie. It happened so frequently through the years that I haven’t a clue as to when it began. It would start off after a win that night or the day after waiting for the gates to open or when we stopped by the shop. Richie would say to me, “I bet I’m your favorite now.” Or, “Who’s your favorite driver now, Lil’ Echo? It’s me, isn’t it?” or “So am I your favorite yet?”

No, Bob Polverari is my favorite.
Richie, “So I’m your second favorite then.
No, that’s Jim Shampine.
Richie, “Third?
No, Merv Treichler is.
Richie, “What? Merv? He’s a bum! Pavement, not dirt. So I’m third in pavement.
No, Dave Bibens is.
Richie, “Dave who? Never heard of him.
He races Late Models at Claremont Speedway.
Richie, “Okay, so where am I on the list? Top 5?
Top 10.
Richie, “TOP TEN? Awe what do you know, little Echo! You’re just a press brat.”..

Camping at 608 Calvert Street..

The week leading up to the 1981 Oswego Speedway Classic, my father decided he and I were going to make it a week long camping trip. The plan was to stay with Oswego Speedway PR couple Dick O’Brien and then wife, Linda at their home for a day. We were to stay the night, then head out to a campground on Lake Ontario for a few days. Come Thursday morning we would tear down at the campground and set up the camper on the hilltop by the speedway.

Richie, Billy and Kenny. Photo courtesy of Val LeSeiur & Speedway Scene.
Richie, Billy and Kenny. Photo courtesy of Val LeSieur & Speedway Scene.

We hit the road from Massachusetts Monday morning. Around Syracuse we stopped for gas and while fueling up dad noticed the frame by the camper hitch had cracked. So as I finished fueling the van he went into the gas station to use their phone.  He paid for gas, got back into the van and as we were driving away I noticed we were headed in a different direction. Before I could ask, he declared, “Change of plans. We’re going to Richie’s to get this thing welded.

When we arrived I walked quickly past my father to the door and then walked in acting as if I was calm and cool. Richie was bent over the engine on one of the Modifieds that was slightly raised on the lift. He glanced over at me coming through the door and somewhat yelled, “Hey, it’s Lil’ Echo and the Nerf!”

Dad asked Richie where he should park the camper. Richie told him to wait a minute, he needed to ask Billy (Nacewicz) when he’d be able to get to it. Richie wiped his hands off with a rag and walked to the west bay and disappeared into the back room.

We overheard Billy going over everything he needed to get done and Billy got louder as both he and Richie appeared walking back towards us. We overheard Billy ending the the conversation with, “..before I can even look at Bob’s camper!

As Billy walked by us he said hello and walked out the front door, to which he went to look at the camper, Richie comes back and says, “We’ll get it done for you, Bob.

Dad says, “Thanks Rich. What are we talking about? Later this evening? Tomorrow morning?

No. More like Wednesday night or Thursday morning.” and from the expression on my father’s face Richie busted up laughing. “It’ll be a couple days before he can get to it. Big weekend coming. We have some extra work to be done. Don’t worry about it, you and Lil’ Echo can stay with us.

My Dad expressed his appreciation for the offer to stay with him, but said he preferred not to intrude on Richie’s home life. Richie looked at him for a minute a tad puzzled and maybe even a slight bit offended.

Okay, if that’s how you want to be. Set the camper up over there just inside the door (the west bay) and camp out here for all I care.”  Then a grin came over his face and he lightly back handed me on the chest saying, “Lil’ Echo can be our guard dog.. Woof.

The old Evans shop at 608 Calvert in Rome, NY. The door behind the truck was the typical entrance. We parked the camper just inside the bay door on the far left. My father and Richie used to laugh about us camping out at his shop. Allen Clark Photo.
The old Evans shop at 608 Calvert in Rome, NY. The door behind the truck was the typical entrance. We parked the camper just inside the bay door on the far left. My father and Richie used to laugh about us camping out at his shop. Allen Clark Photo.

The next couple of days I spent mostly following Richie around the shop. It was a trip for me. I got to see a slightly different side of him I hadn’t seen before.  If I was a pain in the ass, well, Richie never let me in on it.

I inquired a few times as to the color photo of him and -whom I later found to be Linda Vaughn- tacked to the wall by the phone. The answer I received from Richie was, “That’s my favorite picture.

A colored shot of this very photo hung in the shop by the phone just inside the entrance to the shop. Richie Evans and the probably the most recognized trophy lady in all of motorsports, Miss Hurst Shifter Linda Vaughn pose in Daytona International Speedway's victory lane after Richie's runaway victory in the 1981 Modified 200. Photo courtesy of Speedway Scene archive.
A colored shot of this very photo hung in the shop by the phone just inside the entrance to the shop. Richie Evans and arguably the most recognized trophy lady in all of motorsports, Miss Hurst Shifter Linda Vaughn pose in Daytona International Speedway’s victory lane after Richie’s runaway victory in the 1980 Modified 200. Photo courtesy of Speedway Scene archive.

Why’s that?” I asked.

A moment of silence.. “Hmm.. Uh.. Because it was from our second win at Daytona.

It’s only you and that lady. No crew or friends, just you and her and it’s your favorite?


I then asked, “What’re you looking at?

-More silence- 

“I was looking at a photographer.“, Richie says.

That camera guy must’ve been laying on his belly taking photos.” I remarked completely oblivious.

Enough about the picture, get over here and hold this for me..

We had a conversation about how he got his number. He told me that he started off in Modifieds with the number 6. To which I inquired why he changed it. He replied that he ran against Maynard Troyer and Maynard had the number first and was known for it so he changed his to 61.

Since he had mentioned Maynard, I started talking about how Maynard’s cars were always good looking and shiny. I asked him about his paint job, not the color per say, but why he didn’t have chrome like Maynard. He stood up from being hunched over the engine. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, which was holding a screw driver, and said to me with a smile, “Because, pretty doesn’t make it go fast.

I giggled and replied, “Well it sure seems to work for Maynard!

His smile left and he looked at me quick, “Why don’t you go get me some rags or go outside and play in traffic.

Off I went to fetch some rags. Playing in traffic didn’t seem very appealing at the time.

I held his rags, stuffed in my back pockets, his tools while he worked and I ran to the tool box to get him things. -Heck, I was so preoccupied, I can’t recall where my father was all that time until everyone went home or I went to bed- I even answered the phone a couple times with specific orders regarding answering, “Sales people hang up on the third ring, so don’t answer it until after the third ring!

The few times I did answer the shop phone it really threw the callers off, “Uh…? I’m sorry, I must have the wrong number.

Richie got a kick out of it. I’d answer back, “No, this is Richie’s shop. Who do ya’ want to talk to?

Of course being the youngster that I was, I had been eyeballing his Mod in the east bay, just inside the front door, and itching to sit in it since we arrived. Periodically I would mosey on over to the window, just lean into the window or start sliding my leg over the door and Billy, who had to either be clairvoyant or one of just good timing would catch me and say; “No sitting in the cars!” and again, “Not now, maybe later!” and again, “They’re not toys, Echo!“.. as he would walk by to retrieve something for his current task at hand without even looking in my direction.

Well, later Tuesday morning, while Billy was in the other bay behind the wall welding, another gentleman was out back, and Richie was hunched over the other Modified, I strolled slowly over to the east bay and slipped into the Pinto bodied Modified. About the time I got comfortable and reached up to put my hands on the wheel..

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THAT CAR?!?! Get out of there! No one said you could do that! How many times have I told you?“, Billy screamed as I scrambled from the cockpit so much so that my feet were hanging on the door and my hands were on the shop floor, “They’re not toys!

As soon as I was completely out of the car I went the opposite direction of where Billy was coming from and made a “B” line straight to the camper.

I followed Richie everywhere the first full day. After so long it wouldn't have surprised me if he told me to go play in traffic, but he never seemed to get frustrated. I was the go'fer. "Go'fer a couple rags.", "Go'fer a phillips head." Val LeSeiur photo.
I followed Richie everywhere the first full day. After so long it wouldn’t have surprised me if he told me to get lost for a while, but he never seemed to get frustrated. I was the go’fer. “Go’fer a couple rags.”, “Go’fer a phillips head.” Val LeSieur photo.

Of course I knew I had done wrong, but in my 11 year old thick cranium I couldn’t understand why I could sit in Polverari’s car, Mario’s car, had free reign in every car at Troyer’s huge airplane hanger of a shop, along with so many other race shops, but not Richie’s.

At that moment in my eyes, no matter how nice he had been to me in the past, Billy was now ‘the bad guy’.

Early afternoon Richie started yelling for me. I opened the door to the camper and looked out. Richie asked if I wanted to take a ride and off we went. -trying to remember where we went I’m drawing a blank, but I remember the conversation very well- After a little silence Richie says, “You know, Billy’s a real good guy, right? He’s joked with you before at the track.

I answered, “Yeah, but now he doesn’t like me very much.

Richie says, “He didn’t say that. He’s just doing his job. He’s protecting his work. Racing’s what feeds our families just as selling subscriptions and going to all these tracks you visit with your Dad puts clothes on your back and food on your family’s table.  He works hard on the cars. We all do. Billy is protecting our work.

But he really screamed at me. He was pissed.

Billy and Richie working on one of their Modifieds. Circa 1983 or '84. Val LeSeiur photo.
Billy and Richie working on one of their Modifieds. Circa 1983 or ’84. Val LeSieur photo.

Richie says; “Your dad doesn’t let you talk like that so don’t start now. Billy’s reminded you how many times not to get in the cars? But you still did, didn’t you?” I nodded in silent agreement. “Just listen to Billy and respect what he says, okay? You do that and everything will be fine.

I nodded again..

On the way back to the shop he asked if I wanted a job cleaning his office and of course I said yes.

We walked into the shop, took a left as we got in the door and arrived at a door located by the front of the shop. He opened the door and there are all these trophies from wall to wall. Some piled in the east corner. Some piled in the west corner and some sitting upright on the floor. All a mess. I stood there like a deer in the headlights. During that time I failed to notice he had walked away and brought back some rags to which he lifted the back of my shirt and shoved them into both of my back pockets along with a half spray bottle of glass cleaner. “Dust them off, clean them and straighten it up the best you can. After that, maybe, just maybe you can get in one of the cars by the end of the day.

As I grew older and recalled that memory I realized Richie was just trying to keep me out of his hair for a while, -much like watching haulers in the Riverside Park parking lot- but at the time I thought cleaning up that “office” was something of major importance on 608 Calvert.

I have memories such as these from stopping by with my father and of course when we camped in the shop in 1981, but they were Pinto bodied. Val LeSeiur Photo.
I have memories such as these from stopping by with my father and of course when we camped in the shop in 1981, but they were Pinto bodied. It was always a fun time when we visited. Val LeSieur Photo.

A couple hours later the door opened and in walks Richie.  He looks around and says, “Hey look’it there! (pointing down) I can see the floor! How’d that get there? .. Looks good.

He stepped in and said; “Okay, Jarrett, pick out a trophy to bring home until I need it back.

I stood there in shock. I didn’t believe what I just heard so I looked at him and, “Huh?

Pick out a trophy.  Any of ’em.

I looked all over the room and while I scanned I was thinking I didn’t want to grab anything huge like the enormous Oswego trophy. I decided to go small and pick a Riverside Park regular fifty lap feature winning trophy.

“All that silver and gold and you pick that? C’mon, pick a good one.”

I put it back and scanned the room over and over long enough that Richie said, “Hurry it up. We got work to do.

I walked over and picked up a pretty nice trophy that was a big cup on a wood base. I turned around and held it up by the handles for Richie’s approval. “This one?

Sure. It’s yours.” Richie said and backed up to let me walk out of the room. “You earned it. When I need it I’ll know where to find it, but take good care of it. That’s a good one. Put it in the back of your van where it won’t get wrecked.

I went and put it in the back of the black Speedway Scene van.  While doing so I thought about earlier when I didn’t listen to Billy and what Richie told me in the ride earlier.  As soon as I shut the doors to the van I sought Billy out. I walked up to him in the back of the east bay and said, “Billy? I’m sorry for not listening to you. I promise I’ll listen to you from now on.

Billy told me,  “The best kind of helper listens to what they’re told and if you didn’t hear it right the first time you should ask again. Okay?


Okay. Now go do something useful will ya?.. Except DON’T get in the cars! (pointing a finger at me and smiling) Got it?


That next day, mid morning, I was in the camper when Billy knocked on the small half-door while heading for the back room behind the west bay, “Richie wants your help.

I came out of the camper, walked up to Richie who was in the east bay and announced my presence.  Richie points to the driver side door while rummaging through a box and says, “Now’s your chance, get in.

I looked at him as if he was trying to trick me into getting yelled at. I scanned around as if I was being pranked or set up. “What the heck are you doing? You heard me, get in. You’re not scared of heights are you, because I’m putting you up on the lift?

Uh, yeah I’m REALLY SCARED of heights, “No. I’m okay.

Richie. “When I say so, I want you to pump the brakes.  Okay?

Okay.”  I got in the car. The lift goes up and.. And.. And.. “Hello?

I’m here, I had to grab something.” Richie yells from what sounds like behind the car. His voice got closer and then, “Okay, Start pumping the breaks until I say so.

Okay!” I started pumping the brakes.

Stop.” After a moment or two, “Alright, press the breaks as hard as you can.. Are you pressing them hard?

Struggling, with a grunt, “Yes!

Press harder.  Use both feet, Jarret!

At this particular moment in time I had my left hand on the cage by the door, my right hand pulling on the steering wheel, my shoulders against the driver’s seat and both feet on the brake pressing with all my might.. “Keep pressing..  Keep press-

–  BAM!!! –

The brake peddle slammed straight to the floor board and at this moment in time there were two things occupying my thoughts..

1. I just broke Richie’s car and he’s going to kill me.


B. Worse yet. When Richie is done with me there’s Billy. And Billy is going to say, “That’s why I said to stay out of the cars!” and then HE was going to kill me!

The car starts lowering in silence and my stomach was filled with butterflies so much so that if I opened my mouth it wouldn’t have surprised me if a few Monarchs flew out. I was frozen in the same ‘hand on the cage, hand on the wheel, and both feet on the pedal’ position… And I am going to die..

As the car is lowering I see the top of Richie’s head then a splat of fluid on his forehead above his brow, a bit on his nose and the right side of his face. His chin had a bit dripping off too..  He is just staring at me with a straight face. –Yeah, I’m a dead kid

He stopped the lift to where the window opening by the door is at his chest and wipes the fluid off of his face with a rag..

I broke your car. I’m really sorry.” is all I could manage to quietly whisper.

Richie steps closer, places both hands on the door, peers in and then grinned , “You did good.

-What??? I did good?-  But I broke your car.

Richie smiles and says; “You broke the car, but it’s better than it happening at the track.

-Huh? What?- “I broke the brakes and that’s good?”

That could’ve happened this weekend at the races. You did good.. But now I’m going to tell Billy.” Richie screams across the shop to Billy; “Billy, Lil’ Echo got into the car and broke it.

A couple minutes later Billy yells something from behind the wall and comes over –while I’m still sitting in the car TRAPPED and awaiting my execution-. He and Richie discuss something briefly and then Billy walks over to the window. -Here it comes-

I told you to stay outta’ the cars, didn’t I?” Smiling as he said it.  While walking away he says out loud, “See? You are good for something, Echo!

Thursday morning,  just as Richie had said, Billy welded and repaired the camper. We were ready to roll.  That is until my father opened the back of the van to throw some things in and.. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, JARED?!?!

He comes out holding the trophy, “Did he give this to you?


My father looks the trophy over and says, “I highly doubt that! You take this back and apologize right now!

Dad, he gave me it to hold onto. I cleaned..” But my father wasn’t listening and just walked past me with trophy in hand. I followed him as he walked up to Richie.

My father held up the trophy, but before he could speak Richie says, “He cleaned my trophy room and I let him pick out a trophy. That was the deal. It’s his to hold onto.

My father looked at the trophy, looked at me, looked back at Richie, looked at the trophy again then back at Richie and said, “I’m sorry, but this year you’ve given him 3 shirts, a jacket and a hat.  You fixed the camper. That’s more than enough. Besides..

He hands the trophy out to Richie, “If you’ve ever seen his room, there’s just no way in hell you would be letting my son take home your Race of Champions trophy.

-All these years later, after seeing numerous photos, I believe my father spoke of the wrong trophy or I recall the wrong name being said. Not sure,  but I remember how the trophy looked and felt in my hands. I believe I had actually picked out one of the Martinsville Speedway trophies. I also remember my father’s reaction left Richie standing there with his mouth open.

Pebbles at Stafford..

One night at Stafford the track management allowed me to accompany my father into the pits in order to assist him handing flyers out for Racearama ’82 or something to that effect. Quite frankly, my father had so much going on with promotional ideas and such, it could’ve been for anything..  So we arrived at Polverari’s hauler and I was checking out the car from a distance as the crew worked on it.  While standing there at a distance I get hit in the back by something small and heard whatever it was click off the ground. I turned and looked around. Nothing. I look across the packed pit area. Nothing.

I went back to watching the crew work on the car only to get hit again as a pebble bounced off me and landed by my right foot.  I spun around quick, scanned the pits close by. Across the pits I spot Richie by George Kent’s hauler in what looked like a deep conversation. I even scanned the crowd to see if Val was around because he was quite the prankster as well, but came up empty again. So I went back to admiring my favorite driver’s car.

Not long after came another pebble. I spun around fast and saw Richie, still by Kent, but he was scanning the sky and.. whistling? Kent, however is looking at Richie and laughing. At the same time I see Richie drop a handful of pebbles. Richie then turns and looks at me with a big grin. I pointed at Richie who immediately gestures “shame-shame”  with an index finger pointed up waving side to side and then yells with his right hand cupped by the side of his face, pointing back at me with his left hand, “It’s not polite to point!

All the while he has that trademark grin on his face. I laughed and followed it up by sticking my tongue out at him, “Ththththth!

Stafford Motor Speedway 1981. A photo featured in the book "RICHIE". I saw this while reading the book for the first time. Imagine my surprise. Shawn Sienkiewicz (Right in the 32 shirt) was one of my very best friends growing up, Center is myself in my Bob Polverari / Czarnecki Brother's #20 shirt. I actually don't recall this, but there we are. Oh, and there's Booker's tow truck. I'd bet Booker was waiting just before the race to give Richie that good-luck handshake too! Howie Hodge Photo.
Stafford Motor Speedway 1981. A photo featured in the book “RICHIE”. I saw this while reading the book for the first time. Imagine my surprise. Shawn Sienkiewicz (Right in the 32 shirt) was one of my very best friends growing up, Center is myself in my Bob Polverari / Czarnecki Brother’s #20 shirt. I don’t recall this, but there we are. Oh, and there’s Booker’s tow truck. I’d bet Booker was waiting just before the race to give Richie that good-luck handshake too! Howie Hodge Photo.

I turned back to Polverari’s hauler.  A minute or two passes and I get hit with a bunch of pebbles.  This time, before I have the chance to spin around, the back of my Polverari shirt gets pulled out of my pants and over my head, hockey style and I’m being grabbed by the arms.  I start yelling; “Hey, Stop it! Leave my shirt alone!

The familiar voice of Richie grunts; “Get that no good shirt off. Where’s the one’s I gave you?

While struggling to stop him from removing my shirt in front of everyone in the pit area I screamed, “I don’t wear your shirts where Bob races! LET ME GO!”

He let me go, but not before he got my 711 shirt off and everyone around us laughing.

The T-Shirt Game..

Between 1978 and 1984 I accumulated a couple dozen Richie shirts (or so I thought). It really picked up when we started traveling to Spencer, Shangri-La, New Egypt and Oswego more often. If we were at any facility that ran asphalt Modifieds, twenty percent of the time I was wearing a Speedway Scene shirt and the other eighty percent, I was wearing a Bob Polverari shirt proudly, but that would usually end before practice even began, only if it wasn’t one of Polverari’s home tracks..

It was always the same.  We would get to the track and pull the Speedway Scene Firebird (’80-mid ’81) or Van (mid ’81 to ’84) into the main gates behind the grand stand.  After setting up early my father would head to the pit area.  Upon his return he would have an orange shirt with him and when he got close enough to me he would more often than not throw the shirt at me underhanded and say; “Richie said Bob doesn’t race here. Put it on.

When we saw him after the races the ribbing would commence, “See! You’re wearing my shirt, so I AM your favorite.” (-ding- And the typical questioning and ribbing would start over again!)

Then came one race at New Egypt Speedway.  Polverari was chasing the NASCAR Budweiser Northeast Regional Points in 1982.  I was unaware because it was early in the season, we were hitting much more dirt races and we had been away from Stafford, the Park and Thompson more often.

The familiar smile that greeted most everyone who approached him. Howie Hodge photo.
The familiar smile that greeted most everyone who approached him. Howie Hodge photo.

We arrived at the track, set up inside the gates and my father moseyed on into the pit area.  A while later, right when practice was about to roll out I was sitting in the stands with my “Black Magic 711” shirt on. My father arrives with no shirt in his hands. He sits down beside without looking at me and without expression.

I was puzzled and quite disappointed, to be honest.  Is the little joke between Richie and I over? Where’s the shirt?  I know Richie’s here. Heck they blew past us on the interstate’s breakdown lane a few miles before the exit!  The roar of the engines filled the air.  My father looks at me straight faced.

What?” I put my hands up gesturing ‘What gives?’

No answer.  The the first group of Modifieds start up and begin rolling onto the track.  That’s when my father stands up, glances over the fence by the pit exit and leans over, “Richie says you’re awful lucky tonight.

My Dad points to New Egypt’s pit gate as Bob Polverari in his black Modified with the familiar yellow 711 numbers rolled out onto the racing surface.  I sat stunned as my father busted up laughing at my expression and walked back to the Speedway Scene booth.

At the beginning of this part I wrote, “or so I thought” because..

In 1992 while my father and I were heading to Sugar Hill Speedway to work (he as the promoter and announcer, me as the chief starter) we were reminiscing about the 80’s which led to the subject of Richie. After a couple good laughs I brought up, “I remember all the shirts he gave me in those years.  I had to have a few dozen by the time it was all said and done.

You didn’t have as many as you thought.” my father answered with a chuckle.

“Are you kidding?  I had a butt-load of Richie’s shirts!” I fired back as if my father had lost his mind.

Richie goofing around as Howie Hodge takes his photo. This side of Richie was always my favorite.
Richie goofing around as Howie Hodge takes his photo. Sure watching him cut through a field of Modifieds on the way to the front was always a great thing to witness, but this Richie was always my favorite. What a great shot.

No. No you didn’t.” He said smiling and looking out the passenger window. “After you accumulated about a dozen shirts I told Richie that from now on I’ll bring some of what you already have because you already had way too many.  So I started grabbing the recent ones out of your drawer before we hit the road and if we saw him before he hit the pit area I’d hand him one of them for later. If we didn’t catch him I’d bring it to the pits with me, tucked into the back of my belt. So, when I returned with his message, I’d give you a shirt. Oh, he was in on it, you just didn’t have as many as you thought.

Huh?  Are you serious?” There was silence in the car.  I thought back and came to the conclusion he was b-s-ing me.  Then a thought hit me. I had him now.., “What about when we were at Spencer then Shangri-La or New Egypt then Oswego?  How do you explain that?

I took two shirts out of your drawer after you were all packed and did the same thing.” my father answered with a huge belly deep laugh.

“You son of a…

I thought, seven years since Richie’s been gone and he’s still pulling one over on me.

Well played, Richie. Well played.

The Last Time I Saw Richie..

In 1985 my father reluctantly stepped down from his position with Speedway Scene and accepted a second stint as Promoter and Race Director for Claremont Speedway and C.O.D.A..

Through his travels with Speedway Scene he had made many friends. One of which was Jerry Cook who had since retired from racing and whom in 1985 was given the reigns to the new NASCAR Modified Tour. That connection helped my father get a NASCAR Modified Tour date for the non-NASCAR sanctioned Claremont Speedway which was quite the feat for any promoter at the time and a BIG DEAL for Claremont Speedway and their great region of racing fans.

The Tour stop was the very last time I would ever see Richie compete or talk to. That day started off with seeing him at the pit booth when they pulled onto the speedway grounds. I had just brought more sign-in sheets to the booth when they must’ve pulled in. While speaking with some of the folks at the booth and unaware of their arrival, I hear from behind me, “Hey-hey! It’s not so little Echo!

Recognizing the voice I turned around and Richie was right there with that trademark smile, “Hey Richie. How are you?

Richie at speed in 1983. Stafford Motor Speedway. Howie Hodge photo.
Richie at speed in 1983. Stafford Motor Speedway. Howie Hodge photo.

He put out his right hand and I shook it, “You know I should’ve brought the trophy along to give it to you in front of your father after the race, just to see the look on his face. I thought about it after we left the shop.”

We both laughed about it. Things like him remembering the trophy from a few years prior just made my day. He asked where my dad was. I told him he was doing his typical race day, chicken-with-its-head-cut-off-routine, “I’m sure he’ll be by your hauler before practice starts.

They signed in. I wished him and the guys a good race and off they rode into the pit area.

After the event was over, won by the man himself, I walked into the pit area to his hauler. There he was greeting, shaking hands, saying thank you’s to the many congratulations he was receiving from the fans who made their way to see him.

I waited until a few finished their conversation before I walked up and shared my congratulations as well. I told him he ran a great race and looked like he had the field handled. I asked him how he liked the track, being that it was his first time there, “It’s a neat place. Fun to drive. Going to have to talk with your dad to get with Cookie and get us back here next year. Fun place. Too bad about the weather though. That kept a lot of the fans away.

We talked a few more minutes and said our goodbyes until the next time. But there wouldn’t be a next time..

Saying Goodbye..

When Richie passed Bones wrote what I personally consider the most perfect tribute piece for any driver that I have ever read. Quite honestly, I don’t think anyone else could have captured the emotions we all felt. It bled off the pages. Rightly titled, “The Day The Music Died” couldn’t have been more accurate regarding the feelings of Richie’s fans, friends, family and the Modified community as a whole.

Kenny Hartung, Billy Nascwitz and Richie with chicken pox beard in '81. Howie Hodge photo.
Kenny Hartung, Billy Nacewicz and Richie with the chicken pox beard in ’81. Howie Hodge photo.

If you were around back in those days, you remember where you were, what you were doing, who you were with, the shock and the sinking feeling of dread that came once the news of Richie’s passing settled in.

I still tear up regarding the memory of first finding out about Richie’s passing, it was my father who broke it to me.

We were still living in Claremont, New Hampshire and I was attending a friend’s high school girls soccer game. I heard my name being called from behind me. I turned and was surprised to see it was my father as the tone sounded nothing like what I was used to. As he drew closer I could see why his voice was unrecognizable. He was trying to scream my name while all choked up in tears. His face was red and eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing the expression on his face, my immediate thought was that something had happened to my older brother or our Mother. I walked a few fast steps towards him and asked, “What’s wrong, Dad? What’s going on? Are mom and Shane okay? What’s the matter?

No. No. ..” He let out a long winded sigh and looked up at the clouds, “No, Jared, it’s Richie…

He could see my bewilderment. -Richie? Who the hell is Richie? The only Richie I know is..-

Richie’s gone.” he said, “I got a few calls earlier and made a couple myself to be sure.. Richie was killed in a practice crash at Martinsville. He’s gone, Jared. Richie’s g-…

My father couldn’t hold back the tears as his face contorted in a failed attempt to keep a cry at bay. He embraced me and started to sob, bowing his head. I hugged him, still somewhat confused. I stood there with my arms around him looking over his shoulder in absolute disbelief. My thoughts were of all those years watching him race, I had never seen him get in a bell-ringer or bad wreck.. Richie was invincible. “No. That can’t be right. Are they sure it was Richie? Are you positive it was him?

Another win in the record books for Richie. 1981. Howie Hodge photo.
Another win in the record books for Richie. 1981. Howie Hodge photo.

In between the sobs I heard lightly, “It was Richie. It was Richie, Jared. He’s gone. We’ve all lost Richie.”

He tried to get me to go back to the car and ride home with him. I passed, still in shock, and told him, “I think I need to walk home. I’ll see you in a little bit, Dad.

Without another word said, he just gave a nod, bowed his head as tears continued to roll off his cheeks and turned to walk away. I stood and watched him with his head down only stopping before walking through the gate and briefly looking up to the clouds again. I’ll never forget that memory of him pausing and looking to the overcast skies. Not many times does a child see his father in a terribly emotional state. That pause and gaze to the heavens still breaks my heart thinking about it.

After watching him drive away, I walked home the long way. It really hit me as I crossed the street from the park. I struggled to see through the burning tears to make sure I didn’t trip over the curb when reaching the sidewalk on the other side. There were a lot of tears shed that night in the Echo household just as was the case around the Northeast racing community as word continued to spread. We ALL had lost Richie.

I thought of his family, his girls and young son, his crew, a band of guys who seemed the tightest of friends, the folks we knew in racing that would be most effected by this terrible, terrible news. I also thought of Val and how he was dealing with it. It was nothing short of dreadful to think about how many this was effecting. My father even tried contacting Val for the first time since leaving Speedway Scene, but couldn’t get through.

The next day was my Freshman football game. My number was 78 (only a die hard race fan could figure out how I chose that number; 711, 61, 8.. Polverari, Evans, Shampine..). That morning in school I spoke to my coaches and asked if I could switch my jersey to 61. When I struggled through tears telling them why, the answer came by way of one of my freshman coaches placing the 61 jersey on my shoulder and a pat on the back.

That afternoon, as I sat by my locker fully dressed for the game, I bowed my head in my hands and said these words as my eyes weld up, “Richie, no matter what I ever said to you before, no matter how much we joked around, YOU have ALWAYS been and will FOREVER be a favorite.. Thank you for the memories and giving me some of your time. Rest in peace Richie. I’ll miss you. I’ll NEVER, forget you.”

In Closing..

Yes.. Richie was, is and always will be the King of the Modifieds. Yes.. He was and still is in my and many others eyes, the greatest Modified driver ever. Yes.. He was the “Racer’s Voice” of the division, the name that to this day represents the division..  But most of all, to many of us that grew up watching him and were fortunate enough to be around him periodically, he was more than that. He was Richie, who knew you by name and made you feel like you were important. A driver that could cater to the fans like no other. In my honest opinion, ALL of those things mixed together are indeed the reason why he was loved, admired and respected by so many. To me, THAT along with his kids are what makes up his legacy.

Folks talk about his NASCAR National Championships, his track titles, his big race wins, his stats, the hi-jinx and partying after the races, but with all that said his greatest attribute, in my opinion, was Richie’s dedication to the fans.

Martinsville Speedway. 1982. Howie Hodge photo.
Martinsville Speedway. 1982. Howie Hodge photo.

Through all the time and effort, long hours at his shop and on the road, his valuable time doing interviews for radio, newspapers and racing papers to help promote the sport of Modified racing and promote certain events for promoters, it’s the memories he gave us fans that made him the King of the Modifieds.

As I said in the beginning, Richie always had time for not only HIS fans, but ALL fans. If you had a chance to meet him you walked away thinking you knew him. A rare DNF, wreck, incident on the track or any other deal that would put any competitor in a sour mood never made him unapproachable. THAT is what makes Richie THEE champion of the Modifieds to this very day.

I always wondered how a driver of his caliber, who could strike up a conversation with any stranger at the race track, sharing his time and some laughs, yet look so vulnerable when a mic was shoved in his face.

It used to make me laugh while at the track or the Racerama and someone walks up with a mic or worse yet, mic and camera, and starts asking questions. Instantly Richie would (hide the cigarette if he was smoking) start looking around his surroundings, glancing down at the ground, and ending every answer with a “uh-huh” or “so..”, an up-nod of the head or any combination of the three. Even in victory lane he seemed shy during interviews. But not a minute after the particular media turned the mic, recorder or camera off he was back to his same old self.

This is where he always seemed so damned comfortable.. with the fans. His people. THIS, in my opinion, is what defined Richie Evans on the track and off.

Post Script..

For certain two things I would ask if granted wishes would be to ride shotgun one more time with my father and take in one last race with him. The other would be to travel to a race where Richie was competing. Walk up to Richie and wait for him to say, “So am I your favorite yet?” Just once.. But that’ll have to wait until my days are up and I see my father again. Hopefully that time will come, but a long time from now.

As is the case with quite a few of the Forewords and Post Scripts I’ve added to my father’s republished NERF’ers Corner columns as well as many of my own penned RELOADED’s, this piece was my way of sharing some, but not all of the personal experiences, memories and interactions I was fortunate enough to have had. I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did sharing them.

In return, I’d like to encourage anyone who may have a Richie Evans story, to share it by either leaving it in the comment section with this column or on the Richie Evans – Nine Time NASCAR Modified Champion – Tribute Facebook page where young, old and everyone in between, including Richie’s family and friends, have been enjoying reading and sharing some fantastic memories and photos of Richie.

Again, I have my father to thank for these great memories and letting me be his sidekick up and down the roads from racetrack to racetrack, spring through fall for many years.

With this I bid you all a reluctant adieu. As of this moment in time this is the final RELOADED column. A good one to bookend with, I think. Rest assured, the NERF’ers Corners from days gone by will continue to be republished in memory of Robert “Bob” Echo and those of days gone by.

All the best to you my fellow racing fans. Be sure to SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL SHORT TRACKS! That’s where the real life stars of our sport compete each and every week and the real racing is.

Thank you for stopping by and as my father always said, “Till next time, Keep on trackin’.”

All the best..

– Jared

Ladies And Gentlemen! It’s Time For The 2nd Annual Seymour Awards!

–  FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 23rd, 1979 – PAGE 6  –Seymour-Awards-2

It’s once again time for auto racing’s answer to the Oscar, Emmy and Toni Awards. Yes, it’s time for the NERF’ers2nd Annual Seymour Awards Ceremony.Seymour

So, Racin’ Person! When I call your name, please come forward and pick up your Seymour! Notice how the Ole’ Nerf said ‘PERSON’ so he wouldn’t get into trouble. Well, now on to the presentations.

1979-Richie_EvansVLThe first Seymour goes to “Driver of the Year” for 1979 and as Geoff Bodine dominated with 54 wins last year in the Big Red Machine, our winner this season is a 52-time victor in Big Orange. Semour #1 goes to Richie Evans who captured his second straight NASCAR National Modified Championship this year.

A Seymour for the Most Improved Driver goes to the gentleman who captured the track championship at Thompson Speedway this year. Mr. 1X himself, Joe Howard.

Jeff Fuller in the T-5 he took the Westboro Modified crown with. Howie Hodge photo.
Jeff Fuller in the T-5 he took the Westboro Modified crown with. Howie Hodge photo.

For the second year in a row, the Rookie of the Year Seymour goes to a Westboro Speedway driver, this year’s track champ at that facility, young Jeff Fuller.

Mario “Fats” Caruso #69. Comeback Seymour award winner for ’79. Howie Hodge photo.

The Comeback of the Year Seymour is awarded to the fellow who seems to get younger with age, Mario “Fats” Caruso.

We’ll give two Seymours in the next category because of a tie in the voting. Best Looking Car Seymours go to Ed St. [Michael] Angelo for his 19jr plus one to Dan Mason and his #04 as both were super looking Modifieds and could run too.

The Mechanic of the Year Seymour for 1979 is being awarded to the super crew chief of the Big Orange, the man who kept it running like a fine tuned piano, Billy Nacewicz.

A driver from Maine competing at Star Speedway gets the Good Guy Seymour because that’s just what Pete Madden is, a good guy.

The Best Looking T-Shirt Seymour once again comes from Fred Potito’s Oval Track Design. It’s a new look shirt for Reggie Ruggeiro designed by Potito with car drawing by super artist Bruce Roll.

A gentleman who drove every week from Mattydale, NY to Owego, NY to see the racing programs at Shangri-La Speedway has been selected as the recipient of the Fan of the Year Seymour. Earl Watchorn drove 120 miles (240 round trip) in his first year as an auto racing fan.

Last year, the Tire Changing Seymour went to my old buddy Chuck “Tire Iron” Jeffries. The honors were returned this season as Dave Kolenda and yours truly received the award for our much less than spectacular performance during the Claremont Speedway Pit Crew Competition in July.

Our Bonehead Seymour for this season has to go to the individual or individuals, whoever they may be, that decided to ban the rear engine SuperModifieds at Oswego Speedway for 1980.

Track champion for the last two years at Plainville Stadium in his Rock Age chassied Fred Flintstone-mobile, Ronnie Rocco get the Little Guy Seymour as a definite low-buck operator with great results.

The Hard Luck Seymour goes to last years Little Guy winner. He tried everything possible to make his Modified run like it had in years past, but never got it up to par. So to the Travelin’ Man, Pete Fiandaca, goes this Seymour.

An absolutely amazing shot by Peter Montano as he captures the starting field of 60 of Modifieds best for 26th Annual Race of Champions at Pocono International Raceway. Peter Montano photo
60 of Modifieds best and over a third of them left the event with an expired motor at the 1979 CAM-2 RoC on Pocono’s 2-1/2 mile tri-oval. Peter Montano photo

The 1979 ‘CAM2 Race of Champions’ at Pocono International Raceway gets the Blown Motor Seymour by a landslide as more than twenty were lost during the 300-mile event and somewhere near forty went up in smoke during the entire weekend’s activities.

The Sneaky Pete Seymour goes to the Unknown Political who raised havoc with a certain clown during his campaign for re-election as Mayor of Stafford Motor Speedway. Our Unknown friend is still unknown, hiding under his brown paper bag. Some are still askin’ if that was his lunch or his head under the bag, but hiding inside a sack is really sneaky.

Next comes the Ding Bat of the Year Seymour and this award goes to the fellow who told a certain group of car owners and drivers that he didn’t need them and then found out it was tough to run a show with a few cars and low turnout of fans. Wherever you now may be, it’s all yours.

Our Clown of the Year Seymour belongs to Speedway Scene’s Fat Rat for his outstanding performance during the “Busch 250” at Westboro Speedway in his stove-pipe hat and special ‘Omar the Tent-maker’ made suit. Eat yer heart out, Butch!

The Best Starter Seymour this year goes to the man who handles the flags for the D.I.R.T. of Central New York organization and does one heck of a job at it. The man is Bobby Watson.

Opposite of the aforementioned award is the Worst Starter Seymour and this goes to the man who took over for the late Ken Small at Star Speedway. He’s so bad I don’t even know his name, but the award is all his.

The Fiasco of the Year Seymour goes to Ernie Hastings as anytime he takes to the track it’s certainly a fiasco.

Next comes the Owner of the Year and this Seymour goes to the man with the bucks behind the Big Orange, Mr. Gene DeWitt.

Our Race of the Year Seymour goes to the Schaefer 200 during SUPER DIRT WEEK at the New York State Fairgrounds. The race, won by Jack Johnson, was definitely all it was billed to be.. Super….

Last years Best Fan Club Seymour went to Bugs Stevens Fan Club. Once again it’s a Stevens Fan Club, but this time it’s Dick Stevens. Although not nearly as large as da Bugman’s club, this little group of people are still big in heart and support for their driver so this season’s award is theirs.

Understatement. The Nerf nailed it on this one leaps and bounds. Howie Hodge photo.
“Up and Coming Driver Seymour” winner, Mike Stefanik. The Nerf really had his crystal ball out and nailed it on this one leaps and bounds. Howie Hodge photo.

The Best Up and Coming Driver Seymour goes to a young man who captured the Stafford Motor Speedway Limited Sportsman Championship in ’79 and also doubles as a pretty fair Modified driver. Mike Stefanik gets this award for he is definitely an up and comer. Watch him in the future.

Following are new Seymour Awards instituted this year:

Dan Meservey’s work and dedication to not only NEMMA, but the Mini-Modified division helped build car counts, peak fan interest and put on some of the highest quality racing the division’s ever seen. SPEEDWAY SCENE photo.

The Promoter of the Year Seymour goes not to a track promoter, but to an owner-driver who led a certain group of race cars to a banner season. Dan Meservey gets this award for his leadership of N.E.M.M.A. (New England Mini Modified Association) who had their most successful year ever.

Before internet there was Paul Tremaine (seen here manning the video camera) and his Checkered Flag Announcer call in hotline. The best way to get your immediate racing results. Paul was indeed a great racing personality. Howie Hodge photo,
Before internet there was Paul Tremaine (seen here manning the video camera) and his Checkered Flag Announcer call in hotline. Back in the day it was the best way to get your immediate racing results in the Northeast. Paul was indeed a great racing personality and dearly missed. Howie Hodge photo,

Next is the Racing Media Person of the Year which will encompass writers, photographers, announcers, public relations, television and radio people. This Seymour goes to Ole Baldy hisself, Paul Tremaine, for his dedication to the sport of auto racing via his phone lines for the Checkered Flag Announcer.

The Toy-Let Seymour for this year goes to a fellow who was voted this honor unanimously by Claremont Speedway Tech Man, Howard Bowie and if you knew how big Howard is you’d know why I said, ‘unanimously’. The award goes to Lee Emery and his #71 Toilet…. I mean Modified….

The Racing Organization of the Year Seymour goes C.O.D.A. (Claremont Owners & Drivers Association) who did a super job at their track against all odds.

No surprise at all that da' Bugman received the Personality of the Year Seymour for '79. Howie Hodge photo.
No surprise at all that da’ Bugman received the Personality of the Year Seymour for ’79. Howie Hodge photo.

Our final presentation was given to Ollie Silva last year and this season that same award, the Outstanding Personality Seymour goes to another fantastic driver, one who has more fans than people in Massachusetts and also a super personality, da Bugman – “Bugs Stevens“….

This wraps up another night of Seymours, named after that refugee from Dr. Frankenstein’s Funny Farm, Seymour the Racing Clown. He shows dedication to the sport of auto racing through his humor by making thousands laugh at speedways throughout the northeast.

Till next week; “If you’ve never seen the SPEEDWAY SCENE then you should never be seen again without the SPEEDWAY SCENE, or you just may never be seen again!”


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A few things from this 1979 column by “the Ole’ Nerf”..

The Bonehead Seymour awarded to Oswego Speedway for banning the rear engine SuperModifieds did create an uproar and major criticism, but in hindsight it was a step in the right direction that saved SuperModified racing. The newer rear engined machines being built were fast and very competitive, but also quite a bit more expensive to build. So, yes, it wasn’t the first time the Ole’ Nerf was wrong and certainly wasn’t the last.

Fiasco of the Year Seymour goes to Ernie Hastings” and “Toy-Let Semour” to “Lee Emery”, were not rude shots, but ribbing between friends. Both recipients were friends of the Ole’ Nerf. They were a part of C.O.D.A. and the friendly racing community at Claremont Speedway in Claremont, New Hampshire.

Bobby Vee's gorgeous Arrow bodied Modified from 1978. Mike Adaskaveg photo / Howie Hodge collection.
Bobby Vee’s gorgeous Arrow bodied Modified from 1978. Mike Adaskaveg photo / Howie Hodge collection.

The “Best Looking Car Seymour“? Ed St. [Michael] Angelo, as the Ole’ Nerf put it, and Racin’ Danny Mason, both had a couple of beautiful Modifieds. The only reason I can think of as to why he neglected the amazing Bobby Vee, Busch Beer, #2 Arrow bodied Modified, is because Vee’s Modified debuted in 1978. Personally, I still would have given Mr. Vee’s machine the nod, but if I confronted the Ole’ Nerf about it as he wrote this particular column back in late November of 1979, there was the possibility I might have landed in my room, grounded.

All the best to you! And as the Ole’ Nerf said many a time, Keep on Trackin’!


A Bunch of Hicks and a Couple of Flatlanders

September-19-1979–  FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 19TH, 1979  –

Well! Long time no see or maybe I should say long time no write as it’s been a couple months since I last penned a NERF’ers Corner.

I found it too tough to write this weekly column while doing the Public Relations and Promotional Director duties at Claremont Speedway. Add to this the announcing chores and the putting together of the speedway’s program, the “Checkered Review“, and you have a pretty full week’s work. Well, guess what? That’s not all I had to do every week. I also held down a full time job as a salesman for Wholesale Sundries Company in Springfield, Mass.

I’ll let you know that I’ve resigned my position with Claremont Speedway as of the last regular season racing date and have also left the Springfield, Mass firm moving into a full time position within auto racing. I won’t get into my new job as you can read that story elsewhere within the pages of SPEEDWAY SCENE.

Taken from the July 13, 1979 Speedway Scene.
Taken from the July 13, 1979 SPEEDWAY SCENE.

What I’ve encountered this past season only happens once in a lifetime and I wish that every person who reads this column could have been part of this experience.

I’ve met and become friends with the people of the North over the last nine months. They refer to us who live below the Northern Massachusetts border as “Flatlanders” and we have a tendency to call them “Hicks” or “Country Folk“, but no matter what you call them they have dedication, desire and above all an undying pride.

Track owner E.L. “Sonny” Fleury turned over the track to the owners and drivers to operate after the 1978 season had been completed. It was at this time that the Claremont Owners & Drivers Association was born. The organization is better known as C.O.D.A., a name that in 1979 has been on the lips of the northeastern racing fans more than any other racing group.

C.O.D.A. then took me aboard as their Public Relations and Promotional Director, plus Track Announcer.

Prior to the 1979 season, I told many people I was going to work at Claremont Speedway in hopes of rekindling interest in the New Hampshire speed plant. Well, the reply I got in most instances was of the negative type. Many stated an owner and driver run speedway wouldn’t work, couldn’t work, can’t work, never had worked in the past; in other words those “Hicks” up in Claremont were idiots to think they could do what nobody else had ever done before. Some people even went so far as to give me their condolences upon hearing of my going to Claremont.

Well! The season has been completed and all of it under the C.O.D.A. banner. 1979 is considered to be the most successful year in many. Eighteen racing dates were cut to sixteen with only two rainouts and the total fan turnout for the season was near the 40,000 mark including the pits making an average turnout per date somewhere around 2,500, a huge increase over the last year. Claremont seats an estimated 4,300 and on July 25th there was a standing room only crowd of better than 4,700 fans for a regular racing program and “Super Demo ’79-Shoot Out No. 3“.

Taken from the August 17th Speedway Scene.
Taken from the August 17th SPEEDWAY SCENE.

All in all, it was a great season at the little speedway located at the end of the Modified world to the north.

There’s a lot of people that should be thanked for volunteering their time in keeping Claremont running each and every week. The list is much too long to print in this column but there are some who definitely have to be given credit. The first would have to be Sonny Fleury who had the confidence to turn the track over to the owners and drivers. One man who stands tall among the others is Dave Kolenda who handled the secretarial duties for C.O.D.A. in 1979 plus the Head Flagman’s job. He did everything from figuring the weekly payoffs to writing letters to running the racing program each week. His average time spent on C.O.D.A. and Claremont Speedway related work each week was between fifty and sixty hours and all of it for no pay. One more person who has to be thanked is Nate Bly who did everything from pulling weeds to painting and cleaning the restrooms which he also did for nothing. Ninety-nine percent of the people who worked at Claremont in ’79 including the Technical Staff, Wreckers, Infield Crew, Scorers, Starters, Photographers, Ticket Sellers and Takers, Rule Committee and C.O.D.A. Officers received no pay. They should all be praised and thanked for their contribution to Claremont Speedway this year.

All of the businesses who sponsored races, special events, bought billboards, furnished pace cars or products should be thanked for giving their total support to C.O.D.A. and Claremont Speedway in 1979.

The fans who turned out to support the track this past year should be thanked, for without them none of this would have worked.

Yes, it has been a great year, a fun year. New friends have been made. There’s a totally different outlook on auto racing at Claremont now.

No one really knows what’ll happen in the future years at Claremont, but we all know it was a “Super ’79” up north.

We did it!!! A bunch of “Hicks” and a couple of “Flatlanders“.

NERF’ers Nibblets . . . . Don’t forget the “Thompson 300” this weekend. Super weekend, super cars, super show, super stars, Don’t miss it. . . . It’s also the weekend for the “New England 300” at Catamount Stadium. A NASCAR North Tour Championship event. . . . New Monadnock Raceway owner Bill Davis is as fine a gentleman as you’d want to meet, but he’s got a tough road to hoe in trying to undo what the former owner did. NASCAR sure hasn’t helped the facility and C.O.D.A. has voted to keep the sixty-mile radius rule for 1980 once again leaving Monadnock in a bad situation. . . . Dave Grantz has a good looking #79 Pinto-bodied Modified for sale. If you’re interested, get a hold of him by calling Westford, Mass. info. . . . Brian Ross has got to be the most humble gentleman in auto racing when it comes to victory or defeat. He’s really good for the sport as he always gives credit where credit is due. . . . Next Weekend is the “CAM-2 Race of Champions” at Pocono International Raceway. Take the beautiful ride through the Pocono Mountains to see the biggie at Pocono. . . . Don’t forget the “Fall Final” at Stafford on September 29th and 30th. Twin events including a 100-lap NASCAR National Championship Modified race and a 100-lap NASCAR North Tour Late Model feature – don’t miss it. . . . October 6th is a special benefit race at Claremont Speedway with all the proceeds going to the Easter Seals program in the area. . . . The “Italian Connection#44 Racing Team had their problems last Sunday. They blew a head gasket and lost a clutch in their hauler on the way to Monadnock and the NERF towed them in with the Fred Felton hauler and then the Reggie Ruggiero got caught up in the wrong place while leading and crashed. No more reverse victory laps Reg. . . . Claremont Late Model Champion Jim Boniface finished third at Monadnock on ten inch tires while winner Jerry Marquis and runner-up Allen Darrah were on 15’s. . . . Allen Whipple and Marty Radewick finished second and third to Ross at Monadnock. Both were in Claremont cars as Gary Caron finished fifth in his 292c.i. coupe. . . . Till next week – “NERF’ers do it at the Speedway!

In 1980 Bob Echo received a phone call about this and teared up. It was an honor he remembered for the rest of his life. (Click photo to view article)
In 1980 Bob Echo received a phone call about this and teared up. It was an honor he remembered for the rest of his life. (Left click the photo to see enlarged version and read the article)

A few things.. 

For one.. The “Hicks” and “Flatlander” thing was a running joke. Before the 1979 season started my father had told Dave and the C.O.D.A. officers about some of the negative comments he’d gotten when he informed folks that he had taken on the position at Claremont Speedway. If I remember correctly, it was Dave Kolenda who answered jokingly, “We had the same reaction when we told everyone we’d hired a Flatlandah!”

Secondly.. My father, who was one heck of a salesman and always put 110% into everything he ever ventured into in life, took on his first speedway promotional position with a dedication his family and friends had never seen before.

For the 1979 Claremont Speedway season, he lived up to every aspect of the phrase, “working his ass off”. From promotional writing to press releases; seeking sponsors to meeting with those sponsors over and over to land the deal; writing advertising spots for radio to doing radio shows; putting together the weekly speedway program to laying out the speedway advertisements for the newspapers and racing publications; designing and ordering trophies to making phone calls to his friends in C.O.D.A.; picking up the trophies and the freshly printed “Checkered Review” on top of it all he worked full time job to put food on the table. He also designed the original C.O.D.A. logo. We made the 120 mile trip every weekend on Friday late afternoon and headed home Sunday afternoon. Where all of the aforementioned hit the proverbial “reset button” and started over each and every week. He never stopped looking for that extra sponsorship dollar right up until the last weekend of the season. The work he put in that year taught my brother and myself more about our father’s work ethic, drive and love for the sport than ever before.

The caption from the "Checkered Review" program the week following Claremont Speedway's 1980 season opener reads, "Big Bad Bob was the Grand Marshal for the opener." Sean Bodreau collection.
The caption from the “Checkered Review” program the week following Claremont Speedway’s 1980 season opener reads, “Big Bad Bob was the Grand Marshal for the opener.” Until yesterday none of his family had seen this photo before. Thank you to Sean Bodreau and his collection.

His family life took a back seat in 1979, but we didn’t mind. It was his rookie venture into speedway promotion and making it a successful one was extremely important to him. It was the happiest we’d ever seen him to that point and that made us all just as happy for him.

When each weekend came, culminating a week-full of hard labor, he wanted his family with him. I can say, and most anyone who was around him in those days will testify, unlike many in his roll who could sometimes be shaking bags of nerves on race day, he was the most relaxed every race night. Although most of his friends and peers at Claremont in 1979 may have never realized it, I believe he was relaxed because those he worked with on the race weekends and he befriended helped him be that way.

Robert Echo enjoyed giving awards out, but never felt comfortable receiving awards or praise. When CODA named him Grand Marshall for a night he couldn't help giving out an award to his good friend, Dave Kolenda.
Robert Echo enjoyed giving awards out, but never felt comfortable receiving awards or praise. When CODA named him Grand Marshall for a night he couldn’t help giving out an award to his good friend, Dave Kolenda.

Dave Kolenda, Ronnie Bodge, the Bodreau family, the Stevens clan, the Bibens gang,  the Albro family, the Labrie family, the Ayer family, the Bly family, the Jarvis family, the Batchelder family, the Girard family, the Caron family, the Whipple family, “he Boniface Gang and the list goes on and on. So many people who he may only have heard of prior to that season or spoken to briefly were now considered friends. By the end of the ’79 season ALL THOSE FRIENDS were the very reason it was such a tough decision to leave when Val offered him the position with Speedway Scene.

When he settled on what he wanted to do he let everyone know and was so relieved to see that the new friends he had made north within the 9 months greeted him with well wishes, praise and many thanks. It was the boost from that praise and those well wishes by his beloved “Hicks” that made one “Flatlander” even more confident heading into yet another new venture at the offices in Northeaston, Mass..

Lastly, Lake Chargoggagoggmanchaoggagoggchaubunaguhgamaugg was where our family camped on Thompson 300 weekend. I remember my brother and I spent all weekend trying to pronounce the name correctly without busting into laughter. We never could and simply settled on what they said the meaning of the name was, “You fish on your side, I’ll fish on my side and nobody fishes in the middle.”

We showed up to the campground on Thursday. Our neighbors at the campgrounds? None other than Punky Caron and family. When we started to get the camper up a hellacious storm with strong winds rolled in and in all the mayhem Punky came to the rescue, running over and jumping into action to helping us set up. Like I mentioned in a previous story, Punky may have been viewed as a hardass behind the wheel, but he was a true blue guy outside of the car, at least that’s how he always was around us.

That was the 300 that Geoff Bodine showed up with the Modified he and Chassis Dynamics had just built for Claremont Speedway competitor, Allen Whipple. A Mustang bodied Modified entry that to no one’s surprise, like every Modified Geoff had raced before, wound up in victory lane that Sunday.

– Jared