Pain. We all know when something hurts. Scrapes, bruises, perhaps a broken bone from an injury…
Few of us, however, can wrap our heads around pain that is constant, day in and day out, with no relief to be given.
Pain, with no end or comfort from doctors or medication, rode as a constant companion with former NASCAR and short track driver, Dick Trickle.
His brother, Chuck Trickle, currently living in Las Vegas, told news agencies he spoke with his brother, Dick, last week. He relayed that Dick was healthy yet repeated visits to doctors found no answers or relief from constant pain he was feeling under his breast.
The pain was a constant drag on the 71 year old driver.
It is a possible line of reasoning for why Dick Trickle, phone local police in North Carolina reporting that they would find his body.
All that is factually known is that the body of Dick Trickle was found and the scene and evidence point to an apparent self inflicted gun shot.
Trickle was known on and off the track and well liked by fans and other drivers during his tenure behind the wheel. He won a great many races on short tracks but could never quite bring that winning success to victory lane in the NASCAR Cup series. That did not stop him from being popular, fun and a general character for racing.
Yes, his name spawned one liners and material for everyone from commentators to stand-up comedians. His name was never an issue for him. He was a driver. He was his own. He followed his path and earned respect on and off the track.
Pain. Temporary. Like finishing the race with a damaged car.
Pain. Constant. Unbearable. Unknown. Take it to the garage.
Dick Trickle has gone to the garage. He will be missed by all that knew him personally. He will be though of by many who saw him race.
Thanks, Dick Trickle, for being who you were and letting us be a part of it on race day.