When my parents told me that Davey Allison had crashed his helicopter at Talladega my first response was to ask if he would be able to race on Sunday. To me Davey Allison didn’t fly helicopters. At 10 years of age I was still to young to fully understand the types of injuries that could occur from a helicopter crash.
Somewhere I still have this exact 8 x 10
The next day Davey Allison was gone.
It was a crushing blow. I can still recall going to the baby sitters that morning hopeful that Davey would again climb into the black #28. Later that day I found out that Davey Allison had passed away at the age of 32. I had just lost my favorite driver.
I can’t recall much else about the 1993 season after the death of Davey. While the #28 car would continue to carry the Texaco colors none of the drivers, as good as they were, could take Davey’s place.
To sum it up, My father was a diehard NASCAR fan. He would watch the races every Sunday. If for some reason the television couldn’t pick up th...