Double Take: 17 Years in the Blink of an Eye

17 years.

That’s how long I’ve been a NASCAR fan. I watched a few races as late as 2000, even lived near Daytona for a couple of years in the late 90s, but only when I moved away did I really start to get into the sport that has grown to consume my life. I couldn’t imagine a weekend without racing, and while I appreciate the two and a half months between the Homestead finale and the Daytona opener, I do miss the roar of the engines, and the camaraderie, and the burning rubber, and the trophies, and the fantasy leagues and…well, you get the picture.

So when the Clash returned a few weeks ago, you can bet I was ready to go racing again. But the moment  also caused me to reflect back over the years. I’ve spent nearly two decades invested in this sport, and it’s unbelievable how things have changed. Four title sponsors, eight champions, five manufacturers, three new tracks on the Cup schedule, 14 second pit stops, 10 second pit stops, 76 wins—twice, 49 wins, 93 wins, Seven championships in 11 years.

Backflips, bows, climbing the fences. Let’s go racing boys, let’s go racing boys and girls. NBC, ABC, ESPN, FOX, TNT. RIP Speed Channel. The thrill of victory—for Michael Waltrip, Johnny Benson, Steve Park, and Ricky Craven. For Trevor Bayne, Kyle Larson and that Dillon driving the 3.

Who would have thought going into the 2001 season that 16 years later Dale Earnhardt, Inc. would be no more? Who would have thought that Jeff Gordon wouldn’t reach Earnhardt and Richard Petty’s seven titles, but instead it would be a young Californian just coming off an underwhelming rookie season in XFINITY competition? Would anybody have guessed that Pontiac would leave the sport just two years later? Or that Toyota, of all manufacturers, would join the sport the next? And Mark Martin was getting up in age, yet he’d continue winning races in 2009…if anybody had said that in 2001 they’d be labeled crazy. I hope they put money down on that.

Winston and Bill France Jr. would also be out the door in a couple of years. Same with Rockingham and the Southern 500. (But it came back!) Next went the points system, and then Rusty Wallace and Dale Jarrett. And the biggest shocker of them all—Dale Earnhardt Jr. to Hendrick Motorsports!

It just goes to show that no one can predict the future. There’s a saying in business that the moment you make a forecast it’s wrong—did those who said that Jeff Burton would be the ’01 title winner know that when they said it? And those who called Joey Logano “Sliced Bread” and then took their words back a couple years later…if they’d just stuck it out they’d be able to say “see, I knew it all along!”

So much has happened in the years since 2001. Kurt Busch was a rookie that year, and finished 41^st in the Daytona 500. He won it this year, in a field that was limited to 40 cars! He missed a race that season too, but won a championship three years later to make up for it. Kevin Harvick was a rookie in 2001 too, thrown into Cup in the most harrowing circumstances and won just three races in—a number that was even more significant because it matched the one of the car he took over.

That crash, man…what an introduction to the sport. But if any good has come from it, it’s the safety innovations. SAFER barrier, HANS devices, the Car of Tomorrow—drivers like Michael McDowell, Eric McClure, Ryan Newman, Kyle Busch and Austin Dillon likely owe their lives to those features.

But enough of the scary stuff. Racing is dangerous, yes, but it’s so much more! How about the rise of the Young Guns, goofy commercials and then their maturation into the statesman of today’s sport? And the future looks bright. We may have lost Gordon, Stewart, Burton, the Labontes, Carl Edwards and more. But we’ve gained Chase Elliott, Larson, Daniel Suarez and Erik Jones. Even Logano is a young one still! Larson’s defeat at the hands of Brad Keselowski this weekend stings for sure, but he’ll be the face of the sport tomorrow. More wins will come.

There’s so much that could be said. So much that could be talked about. I’ve only scratched the surface. 17 years is an eternity in a sport that innovates weekly. I can’t wait for the next 17.

How about you?