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DAYTONA: From the Birth of Speed to the Death of the Man in Black
by Ed Hinton/Warner Books, $29.95

Bullfighting, Ernest Hemingway wrote, is "the only art in which
the artist is in danger of death." That's a load of bull, as
Hinton's rich history of Daytona proves. Race car drivers, whose
art is speed, are so intimate with the Grim Reaper that some of
them could probably tell you what brand of beer he drinks. The
looming presence of death makes Hinton's book more than simply a
riveting sports chronicle.

A riveting book about auto racing is an achievement in itself.
Hinton describes races held at Daytona since 1903 (which makes
the area the longest-running motor-racing site in the world).
However, he generally avoids the sleep-inducing descriptions of
who led whom after so many laps and what strategy the winner
used to prevail. Instead, for each race he offers a tale.

For instance, his 1956 yarn is about Junior Johnson, who,
shortly after a race, is arrested while cleaning his daddy's
moonshine still. In '79 Bobby and Donnie Allison brawl in the
infield with Cale Yarborough after a wreck--a fight that Donnie
never wanted but that nonetheless branded him as a thug for the
remainder of his career. In '93 it's Jeff Gordon with his
peach-fuzz mustache, standing in the winner's circle with Miss
Winston, falling in love with her and then, in storybook style,
marrying her the following year.

Hinton's admiration for the drivers is obvious, but he never
lets it cloud his judgment. He reports that many of them, from
the legendary Victor Hemery to the late Dale Earnhardt, often
come across as "a-------." This, he writes, is largely because
of the life-and-death nature of their work and the intense focus
it requires.

One of Hinton's most moving examples involves Earnhardt, who in
1994 received a letter from the widow of a fan. It was her
husband's dying wish, the widow wrote, to have Earnhardt drive
the hearse at his funeral. Earnhardt told Hinton, in salty
language, that he would do no such thing. Then, very softly, he
explained why: "I'll be riding in one of them bitches soon