No. 3 raced through life
Ronda Rich
Several years ago, I was in Talladega for the NASCAR race and had stopped by the No. 3 truck to see Richard Childress and Dale Earnhardt. Earnhardt, as usual, was picking and poking at me over one thing or the other. I threw back a quick quip over something and he chuckled merrily, characteristically lifting one corner of his lip and mustache as he snickered.
Earnhardt was intense in all he did. He raced hard, worked hard and laughed hard. A few years before that, we had been in Daytona for a pre-season test with Chevrolet when he and I had ended up in a different kind of conversation. I don
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