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Driven to the Past: Two More Old Friends Gone...

John Potts · Friday November 5, 2010

 

Dammit, I hate doing this. Especially two weeks in a row. This is depressing.

Just last week I did a tribute to my old friend Sonny Ates, one of the best who ever stepped in a sprint car, and now two more are gone – Jim Hunter and Ed Shull.

I don’t have to write about them this week. Fronstretch doesn’t tell me what to write about. However, I feel these two guys deserve it, no matter how depressing it is. When I was a small-town newspaper editor, I hated doing the obituaries, because more often than not I had known the subjects. But it was one of those things that had to be done.

About the only good thing when this happens is that you get to remember the nice things that happened along the way.

Jim Hunter made a lasting impression on John Potts as he did on so many in the motorsports community over the years.

I can’t add much to what so many writers have said about Jim Hunter. He was the consummate southern gentleman, with an encyclopedic knowledge of all facets of racing.

I met him while I was still on part-time status at Indianapolis Raceway Park and he came to our Busch races. He helped me immeasurably, and I always appreciated his counsel and his friendship.

At the same time, I was still helping Andy Vertrees at Charlestown Motor Speedway in southern Indiana, and Jim came around one night to observe. We were a Winston Racing Series track, and he liked to see what was happening at “his” facilities. Jim loved the short tracks, and didn’t mind telling you so.

On the night he came to Charlestown, I was working in the office, getting
some PR work together and assembling the results. My son, Matt, was in the
flagstand. Andy had decided it was time to toss the kid off the deep end. He
wanted him to flag, and for me to just observe during the features.

Jim came back in the office and said, “Potts, is that your boy out there
flagging, and wearing a NASCAR Winston Racing official’s shirt?”

I answered that indeed it was. Jim wanted to know how old he was.

I had to admit that he was 16.

“He can’t do that at that age,” Hunter said.

“Well, Jim,” I replied, “your signature is on his license.”

He went back out and watched for awhile, then came back and said, “He had a
good teacher, I suppose. He’s doing fine.”

Matt may have been the youngest NASCAR official ever to hold a license. It
got renewed the next year, too.

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Ed Shull was an employee of the Quaker Oats people for several years, and
his responsibility was the Gatorade brand. He’d show up and make sure his firm
was well represented in the way of signage, and he was another one of those who
everyone was happy to see. Just like Hunter, Ed never met a stranger.

Like Hunter, I met him when he came to IRP.

In the early 90s, when Andy was hosting a Busch race at the Louisville Motor
Speedway, I went down there for the event. It was a few weeks before our own
Busch race, so it was a chance to talk to the drivers, get quotes for press
releases, etc.

It was a really hot night, and Ed wasn’t feeling well.

It apparently showed pretty early, and when Andy noticed it, he took him
down to the track’s air-conditioned VIP suite and told him to just take it easy
and enjoy the racing.

Ed slipped out of the suite for a minute or two before the race, and came to
where I was sitting with my wife in the grandstand.

“John,” he said, “I’m not feeling good at all. Can you handle the Victory
Lane deal for me?”

Like Andy, I could tell he wasn’t in the pink, and said that if he had the
confidence for me to do that at a NASCAR touring series race, of course I’d
handle it.

He told me the Gatorade hats and other items needed were in the track
office, thanked me, and headed back to the suite.

As luck would have it and if I recall correctly, Tommy Houston won that
race. That made it enjoyable, because Tommy, Martha, and their sons were
already good friends.

The “ceremonies” went off without a hitch, and before I left Ed stopped to
thank me.

I told him it was my pleasure, and said there’d be a spot for him in our
Turn 4 suite when the series came to IRP.

Two weeks later the UPS driver in our neighborhood (a really good midget car
driver of that day named Roy Carruthers, by the way), dropped off a HUGE package from Quaker Oats at the house and was curious about what it was.

We opened it together and it was the largest Gatorade cooler made, with a
simple “Thank You” note taped to it.

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Oh, my column last week resulted in all sorts of Sonny Ates stories being
sent my way.

One of the best concerned a race at Winchester, when the USAC sprinters were
crashing one car after another, sometimes more than one at a time.

The late Bernie Graybeal, who had ridden to the track with Sonny and had
already been put out by one of those crashes, came up to the car before they
pushed it off and asked where the keys to the car were.

Sonny informed him that they were in his pocket, and asked why he wanted to
know.

Bernie said, “Because you’re going to get yourself hurt, and I’ll need a
ride home.”

As far as I know, Sonny made it through the race OK, and they made it home.

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Jacob
11/05/2010 09:27 AM
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Jim Hunter was, of course, a name that any racing fan knew. I didn’t know him personally, but as he helped shape the sport I used to love, he will be mourned.

I didn’t recognize Ed Shull’s name. He must have been a pretty influential figure in a behind-the-scenes kind of way. His passing is sad as well.

John, these past two weeks underscore the urgency for somebody somewhere to compile anecdotes, and historical data from the legends of racing. Think of all the history that these 3 men (and the thousands of others) had to share. That is the saddest part of all.

AncientRacer
11/05/2010 02:06 PM
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John, don’t feel bad about having to write obituaries. That was my first job in newspapering. That and wedding/anniversary reports and covering riveting events like the Woman’s Club Annual Flower Show. The obits annoyed me at first, then they made me sad as I came to know more and more of the people I had to write about. Then it got to be a tar baby I could not shake as no one wanted to do it and every snot nosed “journalism” grad did it all so very badly. Finally, it got positively eerie when I had to start doing obits on people whose weddings and anniversaries I had covered. That was when I decided that maybe scriptwriting was a better choice…

mkrcr
11/08/2010 10:00 PM
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With the utmost respect, I’ve often wondered who counseled Jim Hunter.