Remembering the brilliance of 'Suitcase Jake'
There were just three of us in the late Ralph Earnhardt's old garage, out behind the house in Kannapolis, N.C. Dale Earnhardt and I were standing, having just breezed in from one of our around-town pickup truck cruises of the time.
Jake Elder was squatting on the concrete floor.
I don't think I ever saw Jake sit in a chair, except at a poker table. Otherwise, he always squatted or stood -- usually within 3 feet of a race car.
Dale had his own Busch (now ...
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