Keeping Legacies Alive Throughout Generationsby Lindsey Holman February 23, 2014 0 comments
The end of February is probably one of my favorite times of the year, because racing is about to start back up. I’m usually sitting at home watching all of the action unfold at Daytona with my family, here in Abingdon, VA. But this year was different. This year we were able to be a part of the exciting Daytona atmosphere. My brother, Caleb Holman, my Mom, Daddy and all of our guys at Henderson Motorsports headed South on Monday to prepare for NASCAR’s Camping World Truck Series event that was ran last night at Daytona International Speedway.
This was the first speed weeks that my parents had been to since my Dad ran in the Goodies Dash Series back in the 1980’s. My Dad’s Dash days were before my time, but my parents toted Bubba around to all of the races. From an early age it was apparent that my brother was my father’s child and shared an unending, passionate love for racing.
As I sat on the pit box last night, with one lap to go until green, I felt so many emotions. I was so happy for my brother, yet so scared at the same time. I prayed, a lot, on that pit box. I thought about my Daddy and the joy that he was feeling at that moment as his son, whom he watched play in the infield of this very track as a baby, is coming around to take the green flag competing in one of NASCAR’s top divisions. I then looked over at my Mom, who was sitting between Megan (Caleb’s wife) and Charlie (our car owner). She looked like she could puke.
Bubba ran the bottom lane most of the race around the 25th position. We got past halfway and everyone knew what was coming, we just kept praying that God would spare us and He did just that. “The big one” finally occurred on lap 74 and it happened right in front of my brother. If you’re in the infield of a speedway you get to experience life as the blind for the majority of the night, having to follow the race listening to the spotter. We couldn’t see, but knew it was happening from the instructions our spotter was feeding Bubba. We knew at any minute he could have been taken out, but by the grace of God he made it through while others were crashing all around him. After we all took a swig of oxygen to catch our breaths, we realized that he did have significant front end damage. He came down pit road and the crew discovered a hole in the right front nose piece, the radiator bracing was shot, the radiator was leaking water and it was overheating. Which made it impossible for us to finish the race.
I’m partial, but I’ve always known my brother is one of the best racers out there and last night reconfirmed that for me after I watched the replay of “the big one” that ended our night. Here’s proof for you. (http://www.nascar.com/en_us/news-media/videos/2014/2/21/camping-world-truck-series-daytona-hard-racing-sparks-wreck.html)
As we left the track last night I was simply thankful. Thankful that God was in that truck with Bubba guiding him. Thankful for the family he put me in. Thankful for the Henderson family who has made it possible for our family to do what we truly love.
Going racing has always been a family affair for the Holman’s. My Daddy began when he was 17 years of age and advanced up to the Busch and Goodies Dash Series’. Bubba began at the age of seven and is now competing in the Camping World Truck Series. My brother would not be competing within one of NASCAR’s top divisions if my Daddy hadn’t passed his legacy on to his son.
Sometimes I think about what it would have been like to live back in the 1960’s, 70’s and 80’s when NASCAR was in its prime. I hear stories, see photographs and watch old video of these spectacular drivers of auto racing’s past. I long, so bad, for these times to be recreated.
Throughout the past six months our family has dealt with the passing of my father’s Dad who Bubba and I called Papaw Scrooge. He most definitely didn’t fail in the leaving a legacy part life. His love for us, Fords, NASCAR and trading whatever he could make a dime off of lives on.
What kind of legacy are you leaving for your children and grandchildren? Are you leaving one at all? Leave a part of yourself. Leave stories and endless memories. Leave something and know throughout eternity that your legacy will live on throughout generations.
Photo Credit: Caleb Holman