Just a little over a month ago I was privileged to be on the beach at Daytona attending a celebration of antiques from the old Beach-Road days at Daytona when racing was more simple but just as exciting as it is today. ...
Just a little over a month ago I was privileged to be on the beach at Daytona attending a celebration of antiques from the old Beach-Road days at Daytona when racing was more simple but just as exciting as it is today. I got there early, in fact only two or three restored cars were in the staging area. It was a good time for chatting, and sharing memories. Frank Mundy was there. Several cars from Virginia showed up, perfectly restored. As the minutes wore by more and more vehicles showed up, some trailered, some driven down the streets as they were in the old days. Then, like a valiant victor on a parade lap, down the beach came the famous Taft Sloan #91 out of Sanford, NC, right on past the Kiekafer #300 which was resting again on the sand. I looked up and immediately noticed that the driver was none other than Tim Flock, looking every bit as handsome as he was when he was making a name for himself on the dirt half miles in the southern half of the eastern seaboard. He looked so proud in that black '39 Ford Coupe and it looked so perfect as a pioneer in the sport of stock car racing. Soon Tim was out of the car posing for pictures taken by whomever had a camera. I just had to have one with him and my friend took it for me. Flock was diagnosed with cancer just before Daytona and managed to summon the strength to make this one last journey to the sand, perhaps to soak that glory in again, perhaps to feel the sun, wind, and salt one last time, and surely to see his friends to say goodbye. I loved Tim Flock. He was a hero of my teen days and he is truly a giant among racing men. Rest in peace, Tim.
Tim Flock May 11, 1924 - March 31, 1998
By Len Ashburn