Ride-Along to Daytona with NASCAR’s Asphalt Cowboy
July 8, 2014 - box office
I am rocking down a highway, somewhere around Georgia, or it South Carolina, in a center of a night with a deranged, ruthless doll named Chucky.
Pardon a fuzziness on a embankment yet all is a bit of a blur.
I’ve managed to remonstrate a excellent folks during Hendrick Motorsports to concede me to join a float with Kyle Bazzell, a float hauler for six-time Sprint Cup champion Jimmie Johnson. Check out a highlighted couple above for a some-more minute outline of a float and Bazzell’s responsibilities.
Guys like Johnson get many of a celebrity and a pub.
Guys like Bazzell grub it out each weekend.
It’s a hectic, winding life. Kyle will spend about 263 days divided from home, going from indicate A to B to C (even yet he does have a backup driver).
The vapid pursuit requires levity, that brings us to Chucky.
Kyle and Chucky have been rolling for 5 years now. He asked his mother Stephanie to buy him a doll after saying it on eBay. “I tell people he keeps immorality spirits away,” Bazzell said.
“I creatively told my mother ‘I wish we to get me a three-foot high one’ so he can lay in a chair and we can see his head.
“I don’t ever take it out. we tell people he keeps immorality spirits away. I’ve had him in here given a third championship.”
The 3 of us left Hendrick Motorsports in Charlotte during 10:09 a.m. Tuesday, and finally rolled into Daytona Beach during 6:32 a.m. Sunday for a Coke Zero 400.
I hardly slept. Kyle, fortunately, never blinked interjection to dual crater of coffee and dual appetite drinks.
I have a good indebtedness for these guys. Don’t Know how they do it week in and week out.
Johnson was nonplussed when Amy Walsh, his PR representative, told him what we had done.
“He did what?” Johnson asked.
I’ve been seeking that doubt myself too Jimmie.
It was a large of a severe float roving shotgun. But law is, we skip Chucky.
And we could use some coffee. Either that, or a pillow.