Women wanted him....
And Men Wanted to Be Him.....
As long as we're going down the "I almost met Paul Newman" vein:
I remember going to see him race in the early 80s, at the inaugural Miami Grand Prix. I remember driving up from The Keys at about 3:00AM and getting there before sun-up. I was the only person at the track. In fact, I walked the entire circut before anybody else showed up.
As the track slowly came to life, we able to go into the paddocks, walking amongst the teams and their cars. I can remember spending most of my time (and film) waiting in the Datsun paddock, taking several photos of Paul Nemans Red, White and Blue #83 Datsun race car and waiting for Paul to show up.
Unfortunately, it poured the entire weekend, so there went that. Oh, they tried to run the race, but the water on the track made for very slow racing. Foot Note: That was the first time I ever saw somebody use a heat knife on a slick to carve water tread. Pretty interesting.
Anyway, a co-worker offered this: To honor Paul Newman, everybody should go out and buy his sauces and dressings, then cook up a big meal and toast Mr. Newman.
Sounds like a delicious idea!
Last edited by G8master; 09-28-2008 at 11:50 PM.
Reason: Forgot! They were called Datsuns back then.