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So long Harry Neitzel,
The racing community, specifically the open wheel dirt racers of the last 50-60 years, lost one of the best examples of dedication that any function could ever ask for.
I went to the viewing for a fella with whom I had a scant but worthwhile acquaintance. I stood in line thinking of what I’d say in condolence to Harry’s daughters and wife. Harry’s son Scotty and I often travel in the same circles, so he knew how I knew his dad.
I learned from a mentor, in my younger days, to use the words “always” “never” and “friend” with reserve and well considered. So do I dare say my name and that I am a racer and friend?
Then I remembered all the times Harry and I would head back to the pits from the viewing areas at whatever tracks we were enjoying. Harry would go back To the R&H parts trailer…… and….. his beloved red pickup with the white half camper on its back. I would go back to the pit area with which I was connected for the night. Neither of us would stay watch the support classes, we even discussed the fact that neither of us cared to watch much other than real open wheel race cars. I’m not saying there aren’t excellent races being run, by fine racers, I’m pretty damned sure neither one of us could see past the open wheel cars.
The gathering in Beaver Dam today was actually quite significant. Most anyone who ever knew or did business with Harry would probably be there, if at all possible. That meant the bulk of the current MSA (360) and IRA (410) organizations would probably say good bye. That’s as well as the “Originals”, the modified and sprint car racers who are out of the arena, and maybe have been for years.
Please understand that here in south eastern Wisconsin there was a specific breed of modified, until about 2008. Not a car of the IMCA style but rather the product of evolution, from the first fender-less coupes, to winged 500+ cubic inch, open wheel, fuel injected race cars. These modifieds were certainly the predecessor to the sprint cars in this racing neighborhood. They raced together with, and actually beat, the early sprint cars of the area. Harry was one of these pioneering junk yard dogs. He saw the genesis of the modified series…… and I was there as they were ushered out.
You know……………. it was a long line and I had plenty of time to ponder.
I introduced myself with my name and identified myself as a racer and “friend”.
I may only have known Harry for 10-15 maybe 20 minutes on Fridays, Saturdays or Sunday nights in the summer, but I know if we’d had more time, there would have been nothing but greater friendship…….. and a little bullshit….. and a hamburger…… and we sure woulda met at some gourmet ice cream shop for a scoop or two.
Now, if I could only be so lucky that the next time he and I meet, he’ll have the race tracks checked out and know the way to all the good hamburger and ice cream joints in eternity……………
Thanks Harry,
Bob-O
Never start fast projects with half fast ideas!!
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