Richard Petty
Richard Petty
Richard Lee Petty, nicknamed The King, is a former NASCAR driver who raced in the Strictly Stock/Grand National Era and the NASCAR Winston Cup Series. He is best known for winning the NASCAR Championship seven times, winning a record 200 races during his career, winning the Daytona 500 a record seven times, and winning a record 27 racesin the 1967 season alonein length, reducing the schedule to 30 races). Statistically, he is the most accomplished driver in the history...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRace Car Driver
Date of Birth2 July 1937
CityLevel Cross, NC
CountryUnited States of America
You can only live on the past for so long, and we kind of stretched our luck on that. We think we're on the way back, but it's just a matter of how quickly things come together. Common sense tells you it's not going to happen overnight because we're trying to catch up.
You can work hard, do everything that you think is right, but one thing you'll never overcome in life is fate. You can't control fate.
When I first started racing, my father said, "Win the race as slow as you can.
If you ain't trying to cheat a little, you ain't likely to win much.
Racing has become more show time; we've got to have something new to create interest in the sport.
I'd rather be called King than other things I've been called.
If guys don't respect themselves, they don't respect other people. That's times and personalities. And all of them are not that way. But it don't take but one or two to screw up the whole crowd.
I closed my eyes, held my breath and then everything went black.
We drove for the sheer fun of driving because there wasn't that much money to be made.
Like everyone else, I don't want it to get too far away from the racing because as time progresses, we're trying to get new fans and still keep the old fans and we've still got to have the racing.
If there are 10 people there, two or three are going to recognize you.
Cotton Owens was leading and daddy was second. They came up on me and I moved over to let them pass. Cotton went on, but daddy bumped me in the rear and my car went right into the wall.
Now they're getting so politically correct you can't even stick your tongue out at somebody.
I quit driving, I'm not retired.