Perhaps this is a bold statement: Jeff Gordon is the only NASCAR driver of the modern era who could have made it to Formula One and had the potential to be a multiple World Champion.
Unfortunately, he suffered the same slings and arrows of abandonment by the open wheel world that many have. No one gave him a chance. IndyCar and Formula One’s loss, NASCAR’s gain.
Gordon’s win at Martinsville and his elevation in the Chase standings prove that the will to win, to never quit and to dig deep in the face of such steep competition are but a few of the attributes he possesses that would have propelled him to the top on the Global stage.
The villagers with pitchforks and torches aside, Gordon had/has exactly what it takes to perform at this level. The remaining Sprint Cup NASCAR drivers in the field today do not.
When the name Jeff Gordon comes up in conversation with fans it evokes one of two reactions: They love him or ‘think’ they hate him. The flaw in these polarizing reactions is simple: They don’t know him.
That’s somewhat understandable considering the level of fame he’s achieved; it’s hard to get to know him. However, that’s for those who haven’t met him and looked beyond the defense mechanisms that celebrities have to use, which is hard to do, unless you’ve grown up around many, many celebrities. You learn how to look over the fence.
My family has been in the racing business since 1952 and I’ve met some of the world’s greatest and most unusual drivers, so I don’t have the typical reaction of most. Celebrity is a man made environment that just doesn’t matter to me. I’m more interested in the person.
I’ve met Jeff Gordon twice. Both times in settings that were not charged with the adrenaline rush of fuel and throngs of fans vying for his attention.
The first time was the year he came to NASCAR. I was staying with a friend in Lake Norman who had sold him the condo right next door to hers. Ray Evernham lived across the walk.
When she introduced us I hadn’t really heard much about him other than he was an up and coming talent. It was all there, the reticence on his part to be too open. The exuberance of being in an such an enviable position in his career. The trust of having met someone new through a friend.
My senses picked up all of these emotions, body language and speech. What he lacked was an ’enfant terrible’ attitude or sense of entitlement. That was different than what I expected.
I didn’t think much of it at the time. As anyone who knows me can attest, Formula One is my octane of choice. It never occurred to me that he had delivered on the potential in his early years that the Europeans rave about these days.
I walked away from that casual meeting impressed most of all with his politeness. That’s a learned skill, not something you’re born with, at least that’s what I have observed over the decades.
The second meeting was about 7 years ago at one of his pre-Daytona 500 parties; it was for Georgia Pacific, I believe.
My friend, who knew him, and I were early and Jeff was sitting by himself and his step-father, John Bickford was sitting at the bar in heavy discussion about hunting and Salmon fishing in Alaska. This was a subject near and dear to my heart as these were my ‘gourmet cooking’ days.
After about 20 minutes of engaging John on the merits of cooking wild game, in the wild, Jeff walked up. Obviously he had overheard the conversation and said to me “Be careful, he may invite you on one of his adventures”.
I knew if that came to fruition I would be held to an impossible standard as John’s hunting/fishing crew always invited an exceptional chef or cook for just that purpose.
I decided to extricate myself from John and my friend in order to talk with Jeff. I found him interesting. He didn’t remember our meeting at Lake Norman, nor do I expect he’ll remember our second meeting.
Most stars do not approach someone else, they wait for someone to approach them. In that scenario the celebrity can mentally size up who has invaded their space. They can control the situation.
With Jeff, I must have not given off those stalker vibes. Although, probably a few women in my past would challenge me on that statement.
He was very cautious at first. Many celebrities want to immediately dominate the conversation in order to take control. Not Jeff.
This driver was different. He actually began asking about me. Why? Because I wasn’t asking him for anything, no need to screen me through his PR or marketing machine. Fans underestimate the pressure these drivers are under. Let’s face it, everybody wants something from them. To me he was simply an interesting person.
As the conversation rolled on I managed to hear about how he attained his position in racing, from quarter midgets on up. What struck me then and still does, is that he had every attribute that is required to be a Formula One star.
Not that being a NASCAR star is bad, quite the contrary, it’s just that the Europeans aren’t the nicest lot to us Americans when it comes to racing. Michael Andretti is a perfect example.
This is when the subject of his F1 swap with Montoya came up.
His eyes glazed over recounting the experience as he mentally took me around the Grand Prix track at Indianapolis where the swap with Montoya took place. Every corner, the traction control, the braking, the grip and the startling technology.
I knew that he enjoyed it, but I couldn’t yet ascertain whether or not he could have pulled off going to Europe and enduring the full contact fighting that takes place in the lower formula’s leading up to a prized spot on the Grand Prix grid.
The conversation didn’t last long as more and more people filed into the room demanding his attention, but the information that had been passed to me coupled with his obvious intelligence had piqued my interest. I set out on a mission to learn more about the path he had taken.
From the very early years until the move to Indianapolis, I was intrigued.
Why would I say that Gordon is the only driver in NASCAR’s modern era who could have been America’s GP star? You have to look at the dedication, the mannerisms, the passion and many more attributes that aren’t verbally communicated. Jeff Gordon is a sponge. He soaks up everything, if he finds it interesting.
Stewart is a great driver, but he lacks the total and unflappable dedication to such a foreign discipline.
Jimmie Johnson didn’t have John Bickford calling the early shots. Yes he’s incredible at what he does, but how many families would buy a quarter midget to drive in front of their talented son in order for him to learn how to pass the other car? Not many.
Allmendinger? Talented yes, but his attitude wouldn’t have gotten him far enough in order to have the very best rides in Europe. He would have, in short order, rubbed the Europeans the wrong way.
The rest of Gordon’s accomplishments are in the history books.
When Jeff finally decides to step out of the drivers seat at Hendrick, he may very well take on another role with the team. After all, he does have equity in the operation.
However, something tells me that despite his eventual departure from the grueling schedule of NASCAR, this driver won’t be done.
He excels on road courses and truly seems to enjoy the prototype racing. His ability goes beyond what is offered in Grand Am.
Gordon is a full blown candidate for the LeMans prototypes, the LMP1’s. They dwarf the Daytona Prototypes and LMP2 cars in power, speed, torque and technology.
With Gordon, the skill is there, the technical understanding, the passion and not to mention the fact that landing a top notch Mercedes, Porsche or Audi ride wouldn’t be a stretch. They still sell most of their cars in the United States.
Who better to carry Old Glory to the Europeans?