Nelson Stacy
December 28, 1921 - May 14, 1986
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Better Late Than Never
Late-comer
Nelson Stacy didn't quite set the world of NASCAR on fire, but
he certainly added a welcome spark. A veteran of World War II,
the Kentucky-born Stacy spent his time in the war driving a tank
while serving under General Patton.
After
making but one NASCAR start in 1952, Stacy seemed content to
drive in the "lesser", but just as challenging, ARCA Series.
(Back then, ARCA was known as the Midwest Association for Race
Cars (MARC) until the series changed its name in 1964. We'll use
the ARCA name for familiarity.)
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In fact,
the word "content" may be quite fitting in this instance,
if you can consider Stacy's three consecutive ARCA
Championships (1958, 1959, 1960) as "contentment".
Having clearly demonstrated his prowess in the ARCA
Series, Stacy returned to the NASCAR circuit in 1961. |
Now, if
you've paid attention so far, you may have been doing a little
math. For a man to have been of age to serve in WWII and then
only begin making waves in NASCAR in 1961... you may have
figured out that Nelson Stacy didn't really start his "real"
NASCAR career until just before the age of 40. Born December 28,
1921, he was often referred to as "Grandpa Nelson Stacy" by his
peers, and was a grandfather, to boot.
He was also
known by the nicknames "Bull-necked Nelson Stacy" and the "Bull
Fighter". And there aren't a lot of pictures around where you'll
find Nelson Stacy smiling. He looked like he meant business from
the word Go.
Age
wouldn't be a factor for the nearly 40 year-old NASCAR rookie in
1961. The Ford driver from Cincinatti, Ohio racked up eight
top-ten finishes and notched his first career NASCAR Grand
National race in the Southern 500 at the track "Too Tough to
Tame"; Darlington Speedway. The driver Stacy beat to the line in
that race was also the only other driver on the lead lap in that
event,
Marvin Panch.
Panch just happened to be subbing for another driver known all
too well for his expertise at Darlington,
Fireball
Roberts.
that year, while finishing a decent 16th in the championship
points standings. Had Stacy not been a past champion of another
racing series, he would have likely taken NASCAR's 1961 Rookie
of the Year honors.
Although
Stacy never ran for a NASCAR championship, he was often in
the thick of the action.
He
followed up his auspicious 1961 debut with three wins in
only fifteen Grand National starts in 1962, recording
another victory at Darlington in the Rebel 300 (again
beating a second-place Marvin Panch), and notching
additional wins at Charlotte (see story below) and
Martinsville. He added another four top-ten finishes along
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1962 would
end up being Stacy's banner year, though. He did achieve a
career-best 14th place in NASCAR Championship points in 1963,
but had no luck finding the Winner's Circle.
Health did
become a factor for Nelson Stacy, and he competed in only two
more Grand National events with one start each in 1964 and 1965.
He officially retired following a 24th-place finish in the 1965
Firecracker 400.
All told,
Stacy drove in only 45 races in NASCAR's top tier, but clearly
made the most of his short Grand National career.
- Don Falloon
"Grandpa" Nelson Stacy and the Boy Scouts
Some
things can't be re-written, and all of the research in the world
won't make a great story better. That said, I'll close my Nelson
Stacy biography with a great story by
Steve Samples
of Jeff Gordon Online:
In an era
when major league baseball players, NFL greats, and NBA
superstars charge upwards of $20 an autograph at impersonal
signing sessions with long lines, it's refreshing to see
NASCAR's good 'ol boys still signing for free, talking to kids,
and generally making themselves available to the public. Sure,
there are times when drivers have to leave to catch flights and
excuse themselves from such activities, but most NASCAR drivers
are genuinely nice guys who will accommodate race fans when they
can. The nice guy tradition isn't new to the sport- it started a
long time ago.
Before the
1962 World 600 a boy scout group in Charlotte contacted the
speedway and requested the presence of a NASCAR driver at their
weekly meeting. The boys in the troop had made their preference
known. They wanted Fireball Roberts, and if they couldn't get
Fireball they would take
David Pearson.
The "Pontiac Pack" as it was known in those days, made up of
Roberts, Pearson,
Joe Weatherly,
Jack Smith,
Junior Johnson
and others, was the dominant force in racing. On the big tracks,
they frequently qualified three to six miles an hour faster than
the Fords of
Fred Lorenzen
and Nelson Stacy, the Plymouth of
Richard Petty,
and the Chevrolet of
Ned Jarrett.
Kids identify with headline makers and clearly the Pontiacs were
making headlines.
Unfortunately for the local boy scout troop, Roberts and Pearson
had commitments. Speedway executives began calling car owners
everywhere, trying on short notice to recruit a "star" to appear
at the meeting. When just about everyone had said, "Sorry our
guy is booked", the phone rang. It was the office of
Holman-Moody.
They had a driver named Nelson Stacy. Otherwise known as "bull
necked Nelson Stacy," or "Grandpa Nelson Stacy," as Nelson did
not begin his NASCAR career until his mid-forties, and was
indeed a grandfather. Stacy was a first rate Grand National
driver (as Winston Cup was known in those days). He had won the
Southern 500 in Darlington the year before and could handle a
race car with the best of them. Unfortunately Nelson hadn't made
any headlines that season and the scouts were less than excited
when they found out someone called "grandpa" was going to be
their speaker. None the less they all showed up hoping to meet a
real NASCAR driver and were loaded with questions for the aging
chauffeur.
When Nelson
arrived he introduced himself to the kids who began to shower
him with racing questions. "Have you ever passed Fireball
Roberts?" one youngster asked. "Once I think, but he was in the
pits," Stacy replied. "Well what about this week, you think you
could pass Fireball just one time, for us"? the inquisitive
scout asked. "I don't know," Stacy replied, "he's awfully fast,
but I'll sure try." The session ended with autographs for
everyone and a commitment from Nelson to run as hard as he could
on Sunday.
On race day
the scouts sat together watching their new found hero with hopes
he would finish the race, and maybe even pass the famous
Fireball Roberts, even if the pass took place when Roberts was
in the pits. The race began with the Pontiac pack leading the
way, but soon the powerful Pontiacs began to fall out. The Fords
driven by Stacy and Fred Lorenzen moved closer to the front. As
the race passed the halfway point it looked as if there might be
an upset but several makes of car were in contention. Educated
fans were simply waiting for the Pontiacs to take over. Despite
their edge in horsepower it was not a day for Pontiac. Stacy
rocketed to the lead as if he were shot out of a cannon and
Lorenzen moved to third. As the laps ran down the scouts began
to look at each other. Was it possible an old man, a guy over
40, who they had never heard of, could beat not only Fireball
but the entire field? Indeed it was. Nelson Stacy won the World
600 that year, one of four victories in a short career, and a
group of boy scouts had finally met someone who could pass
Fireball Roberts. The celebration began in victory circle but
ended in the stands with a screaming group of boy scouts that
had just witnessed what they thought was a genuine miracle!
I met
Nelson Stacy once following that day. The occasion was after a
race at Martinsville Speedway in Virginia. Searching diligently
for my boyhood hero Fred Lorenzen, I came upon Stacy standing
next to his car in the pits. The year was 1963. It took four and
a half hours to run 500 laps at the little half mile oval in
those days, and Stacy looked exhausted. Realizing he was
Lorenzen's teammate, I approached him for an autograph. "Mr.
Stacy would you sign this for me?" I asked. He looked back and
smiled. "Would you give me a dollar for my autograph?" he said
in a serious voice. "Yes sir," I replied, reaching into my
pocket and pulling out a crumpled dollar bill. As I reached to
hand it to him, he chortled. "No, you keep your dollar. I'll be
glad to sign your program," he said, laughing so hard I thought
he would fall over.
Sadly,
Nelson Stacy passed away several years ago. He spent his final
years in Florida where he owned a car dealership, complete with
a big yellow sign with a red 29, just like his Holman-Moody
Ford. If he was around today I would have a hard time
envisioning Nelson Stacy charging $20 for an autograph. But
maybe, just maybe, at those autograph tables, he could bring
himself to charge a dollar.
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12/07/23 19:56:07 -0500.
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