I actually got to meet Mark Martin twice. Once was at the shop in Mooresville. It was probably the luckiest day of my life. He was walking through the foyer with Jimmy Fennig and I got to talk for a few seconds with both of them. He signed a couple of cards for my nephew and was just as nice as he seems on TV.
The second time was kinda funny. We had just watched the 1999 UAW-GM in Charlotte and was leaving the track. I’d rented a Cadillac Coupe DeVille and had pulled out onto Speedway Blvd. I saw a golf cart coming up (rather quickly) behind me, never thinking the driver wouldn’t stop. Luckily, he stopped just before he became part of my back bumper. Mark, his wife and son were riding in the golf cart. Watching the way they stopped, (Matt almost ended up in the front with Mark and the track official) I got out and asked if everyone was alright.
After we inched ahead a few feet, the driver pulled up along side me. Here’s my favorite door to (well, almost!) door with me. He thanked me for checking on them. I told him how proud I was of how he had done in the race. He asked me where I was from – you know, just chit chat – stuck in traffic. I told him my best memory of the race weekend was rubbin’ fenders with Mark Martin! Even his wife laughed!
The story has since grown into Mark Martin punting me out of parking lot, but I’ll never forget either of my encounters with my favorite.