That Dick Trickle, what a name, huh? Reminds me of the leaky faucet in my kitchen. But this here Dick, he was a NASCAR fella, a race car driver. Drove them cars real fast, you know? He was good, real good, people say. Heard he won a whole heap of races back in Wisconsin. That’s where he’s from, some little place up north.
He was born way back, in nineteen forty-one, I think. That’s before even my time, and I’m old as the hills. Died not too long ago, though. Poor fella. But he lived a good long life, they say, driving them cars and winning all them races. He raced for a long time, for decades! That’s a long time doing anything, let alone driving them NASCAR cars round and round. They say he started in them short tracks. Not the big fancy ones you see on TV. The small ones up in Wisconsin.
He didn’t have it easy growin’ up, you know. They were poor, real poor. No money for fancy things like race cars. He worked on farms, just a young’un, barely a teenager. Tough life, but it made him strong, I reckon. He even fell outta a house once! When he was eight, playing and fell two stories, poor kid. Broke his hip. That would set most folks back, but not Dick. That Dick Trickle, he was a tough one. He just kept on going.
He spent a lot of time at some blacksmith shop, where his daddy worked. His daddy got sick. This Dick Trickle, he had to help out. Life wasn’t easy, but he made the best of it.
He started racing in them little cars, them short tracks. Did real good, too. Won lots of races. People started to notice, you know? They saw he had a gift for it, for driving them cars fast.
- Born in 1941, a long time ago!
- He raced them NASCAR cars, fast ones!
- He was from Wisconsin, up north.
- Won lots and lots of races.
- He was a real good driver, that Dick Trickle.
He raced all over the place. From February 1970 to June, some years later, lots of races. All kinds of races, them qualifier races and all that. He just loved to race, that fella. He had results. I don’t know what that means, exactly, but it sounds important.
He was a big deal in the NASCAR world, I guess. People knew his name, that Dick Trickle. He was famous, in his own way. Not like them movie stars, but famous to the people who liked them car races.
You know, he wasn’t just a race car driver. He was a man, a real person. Had a family, I’m sure. Lived a whole life, outside of them race cars. But people, they remember him for the racing. That’s what he was good at, that’s what he loved.
He must have been good, to race for so long. It ain’t easy, driving them cars. It’s dangerous, you know? You gotta be brave, and you gotta be skilled. And that Dick Trickle, he had both.
It’s a shame he’s gone now. But he left his mark, you know? People still talk about him, about his races, about how good he was. That’s something, ain’t it? To be remembered like that. He was just a regular guy, but did what he loved, and did it well.
I never met the man, of course. But I heard stories. People talk, you know? And they all say the same thing. That Dick Trickle, he was one of the best. One of the best NASCAR drivers ever. And that’s sayin’ somethin’.
I bet he’s up there now, racin’ them cars in the sky. Probably winnin’ all the races, too. He was just that good. That Dick Trickle, what a fella. What a life. I reckon he’s smilin’ down on us, happy he got to do what he loved for so long. And that’s all that matters, ain’t it? Doing what you love. He sure did.
They say he was a legend. I don’t know about all that, but he sure was somethin’ special. A real NASCAR legend, they call him. Sounds right to me. He was a good one, that Dick Trickle. A real good one.
