Drag Illustrated Issue 135, August 2018 | Page 74

JOHN FORCE heavy on your shoulders. Do you feel that? Have you not stepped away from the driver’s seat because of a responsibility you feel to see this deal through? JF: I’m not going to be around forever. We know that. But I don’t lead this charge. I lead it as a race team owner and a driver, but it’s not just my circus. I think my drivers all do a good job, and they’re all different personalities, but I believe Robert, Brittany and Courtney, as well as Ashley, they knew the ritual because they watched me for so many years. The other personalities are forming. I’m watching them grow and I’m loving it. I’m excited because one of these days when they do get me strapped to that rocking chair, I’m going to be able to turn on that TV and I’m going to be able to watch drag racing. And if nothing else, I want my granddaughter and grandsons – if they decide to race – to have the best opportunities. We were down at Barona Drag Strip in California with the grandkids racing their Jr. Dragsters. What was amazing was when Danny Hood opened Jacob’s visor so Jacob could hear him – he was trying to explain the Christmas tree – little Noah, who’s a year younger than Jacob, runs around in front of the car. And I was so upset. I was thinking, he can’t be up on the starting line like that. But he looked at me and he said, “Grandpa, I’m the crew chief. I have to be up there.” The little 74 | D r a g I l l u s t r a t e d | DragIllustrated.com guy ran in front of the car – I swear to God, Ashley has pictures of it – and hit the hood of the car and put his thumb up to Jacob in the car. I said, “Noah, you can’t run out there. He’s listening to his dad.” Noah goes, “I have to be with him, Grandpa. I’m his crew chief.” This kid can hardly talk and he said this. I sat in the stands all day that day. I wanted the kids to have their own experience, and I knew they wanted me in the stands because, truthfully, I’m a pain in the butt. But I watched that day, and I was thankful. I was thankful to have this sport, and for what it’s given me and continues “My job is to put on a show and my job is to win. That’s why I drive on the edge. That’s why people think, ‘Does he have a death wish?’ No, I don’t.” to give me. When I stand there, I can take all the beatings, all the people getting mad for all the stuff I do wrong, and I love ‘em for it. I want them to know that. I never told McEwen that I loved him, and I wished I had before he passed. So, I’ll tell ‘em all. I don’t care if it’s Schumacher, Capps, Tommy Johnson, Jim Head, Chad Head or the list goes on and on, because they’re all I’ve got. I don’t have no friends. The guy down at the doughnut shop and the lady at the laundromat are the only friends I’ve got outside of this place. Those are the only other places I go, and then I go to the race track. Those guys made me what I am today, and I owe them a big thanks. They make me better because every morning when I get up and I roll over on my shoulder – and, boy, do I wake up, because it’s painful – but I go, “Why do I need to get up, and go do this again?” Because I owe it to them. They made me what I am today and I owe them. The old ones: the Raymond Beadles, the Mongooses, Prudhomme, Garlits, Shirley. And I owe the new ones: Cruz, Head, Tommy Johnson, Capps, Hagan. I love ‘em. I love to watch ‘em go by in their fire suits and put on their helmets and do their thing – “I’m gonna go break your back, Force!” I can almost hear them say it. I love it. And they h ave almost broke my back. Or, well, I almost have. Issue 135 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★