This photo struck a chord:
I grew up with a father who loved the King and NASCAR, probably favoring Palmer more than Petty as the years passed. As a kid I built model cars of number 43 and his challengers (Cale, Buddy, Bobby). It was only later that I'd come to appreciate the swashbuckling on-course charisma of Arnold Palmer. A lot of golf balls met their demise in trying to emulate the man. Here's an ode to another king of that time, with a stock car theme to boot..