Long before Dale Earnhardt became “The Intimidator”, and even before Richard Petty was “King”, the sport of auto racing had another #1 man. His name was E. Glenn Roberts, but he was known the world over as “Fireball.”
Born and raised in Apopka, Florida, young Roberts is said to have been a terror on local roads, and US Highway 441 in particular, which he and his friends saw as one huge drag strip. (Keep in mind, at that time 441 was a two-lane highway, and one of them went the other way.)
Glenn spent one year attending classes at the University of Florida, but quickly decided that life wouldn’t wait until he finished college. Besides, all he’d ever wanted to do was go racing, and go racing he did! He began his career on the dirt tracks of the brand new Grand National stock car circuit that we now know as Winston Cup. In 1950, the 21-year-old Roberts ran second to Johnny Mantz in the first race ever run at the new Darlington “Superspeedway,” a paved 1.3-mile track in Darlington, S.C. and the first of its kind on the circuit. To Fireball, the highlight of that day was not running second, which he merely considered losing, but finishing ahead of Red Byron, one of the toughest racers of the era. (Byron finished third.)
In the early 50’s it was men like Herb Thomas, Tim Flock, Curtis Turner, Joe Weatherly, Junior Johnson and Fireball Roberts that were the stars of the show that now is dominated by names like Gordon, Wallace, Earnhardt and all the rest we are familiar with today. When asked about the nickname, “Fireball”, Glenn always said that it came from his high school baseball days, when he was a pitcher. However he got it, that name would become very descriptive of his driving style throughout his career. From beginning to end, he only knew one way to race and that was hard, with the only acceptable outcome being first place.
Stock car racing in those days was a very different animal from the pageantry we see today, with specially built cars and engines that have nothing to do with the word “stock.” In the 1950’s and early 1960’s, it was pretty much “drive what you brung,” and many did just that, driving to the track, racing and driving home again, all in the same car. What came from the showroom floor was what was legal to run, although of course, being racers, there was a never-ending quest to stretch the term “stock” just as far as the limits would allow. Some call it cheating, while others refer to it as “experimenting in the grey areas.” That part hasn’t changed.
Safety equipment was pretty much unknown back then. There were no roll cages and the car doors actually opened. Heck, some of them even had four doors. Things like padded seats, head restraints and automatic fire extinguishers hadn’t even been thought of, the tires on the car were just round and black, not designed for a specific track, and of course, there were no inner liners. For several years in the late 1950s, these early knights of the road even raced a convertible series. Now, that’s scary! Have you ever seen a car on its roof? Still, I guess it was something about the incredibly high danger factor that made auto racing so exciting; that and the fact that the cars they drove looked exactly like the ones in your driveway, because they were.
In 1959, Big Bill France opened his brand-new “dream track” in Daytona Beach, Florida, and in 1960, three more superspeedways opened their doors, in Charlotte, Atlanta and Hanford California. The face of stock car racing was about to change, as more and more tracks opted for paving over dirt and hard packed clay, and the onset of these high-speed tracks would make the name Fireball Roberts a household word. Once having tasted the speed at the big tracks, Roberts just wanted more and more. Not caring at all about running for the title, he picked and chose his races, leaving the little bullrings for others to race, and concentrating his efforts on the bigger and faster tracks. The world will never know how many titles he might have won if he’d raced full seasons, but one has to imagine it would have been several.
In that same year of 1959, Fireball began to drive for one of the most revered men in all of motorsports, the legendary Henry “Smokey” Yunick. Smokey was the proprietor of what he lovingly called, “The best damn garage in Daytona” and was very simply the best auto mechanic in racing. In fact, many of the improvements that have evolved into the sleek, super-fast models of today can be traced back to Smokey Yunick’s garage. With a driver of Fireball’s character and ability seated in Yunick’s black and gold #22 Pontiac, we witnessed one of those magical combinations that seemingly could do no wrong. In a three-year period, Fireball ran in 30 races on the superspeedways, winning 5 of them and putting that #22 on the pole an astonishing 15 times. In later years, Smokey would confide that there was no secret to the speed they produced together. “When you get the mechanic, the driver and the money on the same page, they’re about unbeatable.”
Not surprisingly, although he loved all the superspeedways, Fireball’s favorite track was Daytona, from the very day it opened. He won the Firecracker 250 in its inaugural year, but much like another driver of a later time, the 500 eluded him in the first three years, even though he was the fastest car. At the first Daytona 500 in 1959, he climbed steadily from his 46th starting place to lead the race, only to have a fuel pump fail on lap 56. In 1960, he started from the pole and led until the 19th lap, when a faulty engine took him out of the race. In 1961, after starting from the pole again, he led almost every lap until another engine failure ended his hopes with only 13 laps left in the race.
Finally, in 1962, it would be Fireball’s turn, and after winning his qualifying race as well as a 10-lap “all-star” race much like “The Winston” of today, he would start that 405-HP black and gold Pontiac on the pole and finally claim that elusive prize, the Daytona 500. Of course, he did it in true Fireball style, leading the last 49 laps and finishing nearly a half lap ahead of second place Richard Petty. To put an exclamation point on that win, he came back in July and won the Firecracker another time. So dominant was he there that fans began calling Daytona “Fireball International Speedway.”
However, something else was going on that year as well, as Smokey Yunick watched his driver change. According to Smokey, Roberts had become agitated and nervous, had begun sweating noticeably before each race and looked ill at ease in the racecar. What was Yunick’s advice to Fireball? “I told him, ‘I’m proud of you, but I’ll never race with you again. You should quit.’ “
Fireball didn’t quit, (although he later admitted to Smokey that he should have) but instead signed a three-year contract with Holman-Moody to race for Ford. After winning three races for his new car owners in 1963 and into 1964, the racing world had to bid farewell to Fireball Roberts. It happened at the World 600 in Charlotte, when Junior Johnson struck the rear of Ned Jarrett’s Ford, sending Ned’s car into Fireball’s, which in turn hit the wall and burst into flames. The instant Jarrett was free of his own car, he ran to the burning car of his friend, who cried out to him, “My God, Ned, I’m on fire! Help me!” Heroically, Jarrett did pull Roberts from the inferno that had been an automobile just moments before. Sadly, it would be too late. Seriously burned over 75% of his body, Fireball would lie in pain for some 40 days before succumbing to his wounds. Ironically, he died on July 2, 1964, the 27th birthday of Richard Petty, the man who would become “King.” He was only 35 years old, but what an impact he made on the racing world in the short time we were privileged to know him!
t’s been one of my deepest regrets, that I never got the chance to see Fireball Roberts race. He was one of a kind, and truly one of the “greats” of all time. Several years ago, I discovered a poem, written by a gentleman named Charlie Harville and entitled “The Ballad of Fireball.”
In loving memory of both Fireball Roberts and Charlie Harville, I offer it here as a work of love from Charlie and from your humble author.
The Ballad of Fireball – by Charlie Harville
They gathered there at the Charlotte track,
The boldest drivers in the pack.The men of nerve, the men of speed,To see which one would take the lead.And the boldest of them allWas Fireball.
Racing’s legends were there that May,
Men whose memory lives today.
Their valiant deeds we still recall,
Enshrined now in fame’s hallowed hall.
Most honored of all
There was Richard and David and Jimmy Pardue,
(What fate held for him he never knew),
And Buddy and Buck and Junior and Cale,
Men whose nerve would never fail.
And bravest of them all
Pardue’s Plymouth was the fastest ride.
He sat on the pole, with Lorenzen outside.
Lined up behind them, two by two,
Some of the greatest the sport ever knew.
And greatest of all
The green flag dropped, they started to race
Through the high banks at a frantic pace.
Down the back straight, through turns three and four,
The grandstands shook to the engines’ roar.
In the midst of it all
Seven was the fateful lap, running at top speed,
Screaming down the back stretch, going for the lead.
Cars started spinning, sparks flew and flashed,
The blaze shot high as they madly crashed.
Flaming into the wall
Struggling out from his own burning ride,
Brave Ned Jarrett ran to this friend’s side.
Pulling him free, as flames leaped higher,
Hearing his plea, “Help me, Ned, I’m on fire.”
That was the anguished call
Six thousand grew still as they learned
That Roberts was badly hurt and burned.
He was carried away to a healing place,
While forty men stayed to finish the race.
With thoughts that were all
His valiant spirit strove his body to mend
For forty long days, then it came to the end.
For muscle and bone just could not abide
The terrible hurt – it was his last ride.
The last long haul
But his deeds and triumphs stayed in the mind
Of friends and old rivals left there behind.
A host of brave men who still ran the track,
But sometimes their memories drifted back
In silent recall
And memories of him still are alive
At those Southern tracks where he used to drive.
With other men of nerve and speed
He raced into history, taking the lead.
The legend stands tall
. . . Fireball.
EPILOGUE – 1994
Now Davey and Alan and Neil and J.D.
Are together again, wherever they be.
Curtis and Tiny and the Myers brothers,
Gone, all gone . . . and many others.
Now they are all
Author’s note: Fireball Roberts died on July 2, 1964 from injuries sustained on May 24 during the World 600 at Charlotte Motor Speedway. Jimmy Pardue died on September 22, 1964 when he crashed during tests at Charlotte Motor Speedway.
This article appeared on the pages of Insider Racing News in May of 2003, in conjunction with the anniversary of the crash on May 24, 1964 that eventually took the life of Fireball Roberts. It would prove to be the catalyst that brought into my life two dear friends, Pam Trivette, the only child of Glenn and Doris Roberts, and Sherry MacDonald, widow of Dave MacDonald, who lost his life along with fellow driver Eddie Sachs, in a fiery crash in the Indianapolis 500, just six days after Roberts’ crash at Charlotte.
As we near the 50th anniversary of that fateful week, it seems fitting that E. Glenn “Fireball” Roberts will be inducted with the class of 2014 into the NASCAR Hall of Fame in Charlotte, NC, and best friend, Dave MacDonald will be inducted with the class of 2014 into the Corvette Hall of Fame in Bowling Green, KY. Best friends that died so close together 50 years ago are celebrated together now. Pam, I wish you could have lived to see this day. Your Dad will never be forgotten. Sherry, my precious friend, the same holds true for Dave. They are gone, but never forgotten. That’s how love work
Be well gentle readers, and remember to keep smiling. It looks so good on you!
(Editor’s note: This story is publish with the permission from the author! It was originally published on Race Fans Forever )
Photo Credit; Fireball Roberts profile on SnapLap
This one always makes me cry. I lived near Apopka at the time and was not that far from Daytona and was a stock car race addict at that time. I was working at a Pontiac dealership and had just met my mentor, who was a good friend of Fireball’s. It cut deep as I have the memories of my friend and how down he was. Hard to believe it has been that long. I know his memory will be with me the rest of my life, and yes, the song is right. Thank you.
“Racing’s legends were there that May,
Men whose memory lives today.
Their valiant deeds we still recall,
Enshrined now in fame’s hallowed hall.
Most honored of all
When I wrote that, I couldn’t resist reviving that piece from another time and author. When that site was revamped, they somehow just “lost” that page. I wrote to them, telling what I was seeking and asking for “keys” to that page only. Never even got an answer. Well… you know me well and you know I didn’t “NEED” any keys. I just let myself in through the back door, “borrowed” the poem and left. I’m sure Charlie Harville would thank me if he were still with us.
PattyKay, this is fantastic. I play an online game called “Second Life” and when I joined in 2007, I met a man that paid my college tuition (I did do work for it). I left for a short time and came back and he was gone and I never knew until about 3 months ago. See, he told me that “if you learn to build content, I will pay you.” And pay me, he did to the tune of 35,000 dollars. Basically all I needed to live (as I had FASFA). I learned that he passed of a heart attack in 2010, recently. I hopped a plane to Iowa (where he lived and I can say that now since he has passed) and went to his gravesite. Dropped 4 little square wooden boxes (called prims in SL) on his grave and cried. Your articles are golden and wonderful. They make me believe in humanity. On the anniversary of Davey Allison’s death, I have a piece I am going to publish here. I am having trouble getting Liz and Robbie and Krista Allison to respond to any overtures but Davey was my hero. So much drive, so much determination-just like Fireball. Thank you for allowing me to read this and YOU for writing it. God Bless your friends.
More proof that many awesome folks walk this land and this country as a whole. Thanks so much for sharing. It’s sad that you lost your friend, but none of us ever know when that bell is about to ring for us. Be grateful that he was such an important part of your life, even if your time was short.
Thanks for reading and even more for commenting!
Love it!! I saw my Hero Fireball race many times and I was there at Charlotte that fateful day! One of biggest highlite of my life was Darlington 1963, when I saw him pass Fast Freddie in 4th turn for win!! Consensus said it was impossible but he was bigger than life!!
Awesome memories right there Don. Thanks for sharing with my readers and me.
I am glad you did. You know, I find as I get older, my long term memory takes more of my time than it once did. Perhaps it is because we treasured those days so much and because we are not as busy as we once were. Whatever the reason, some things we just never forget and because we care(d), we remember with more love than we once did. Okay, gonna stop before I get too mushy…thank you again, My Friend.
Vivian, you are a treasure.
She is indeed!!!
That’s an awesome article PattyKay, I just love reading your articles. I hear and see the passion of racing in them and truly are blessed to be able to see from your eyes and heart. Thank you for making my day
Thanks so much TJ. If my words can brighten or enlighten a day for another race fan, then my mission is accomplished. The Lord gave me no musical talent, or even a singing voice, but I do have my words, so I use them to the best of my ability.
You’ll be finding my previous works on this site… Pure Racing Thunder… from now on, at the discretion of Berra Nordin,the site owner. Please bookmark it for future reference… and tell all your friends.
Hugs and love,
PattyKay, you are special.
Forgive me dear Henry! I never saw this until now. Since I killed the website yesterday, you might not ever see this, but I do hope you know you are appreciated by this old lady!
Love ‘n hugs…
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