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My Cale Yarborough story:

In the 90s he was still racing. Wife and I attended the Daytona 500 regularly back then.
Staying on the beach Saturday after dinner we walked down the beach and just randomly picked a poolside bar to walk up to.
Not noticing at first, we grabbed a couple of cold beverages and sat by the pool.

Behind us was a group of people having some laughs.

After scanning the group, there was Cale Yarborough holding court and drinking Budweiser out of a 12 pack carton.

I pointed him out to my wife and she didn’t believe it was him.
About that time his group broke up a bit so I walked over and asked him politely if he wouldn’t mind meeting my wife.
He said he’d be glad to, walked over and introduced himself and spent a minute chatting with us.

He didn’t have to do all that, much less even get out of his chair but he was genuinely happy to oblige.

As far as I’m concerned, Cale Yarborough is a gentleman, the salt of the earth and God now has another hard-nosed pure racer and a great American.

RIP Mr. Yarborough

We will see you again some day