Bob Wilber grew up aspiring to follow in his father’s baseball footsteps, and while he was able to secure a full college scholarship and later spend parts of six years in professional ball, as a player, coach, and scout, his mother’s writing, communications, and public relations skills were what eventually defined his career. After a successful and adventurous sports-marketing trek through the sports-apparel business, agency work, and professional indoor soccer, he saw his first drag race as he closed in on his 40th birthday. Little did he know that he’d go on to spend 20 consecutive years as a team manager and PR representative for Del Worsham and then Tim Wilkerson, two of the most popular Funny Car drivers on the NHRA tour. At the conclusion of the 2015 season, Bob ended his drag racing run in order to take on an important personal assignment. Over the course of 2016 he wrote his autobiography, entitled “Bats, Balls, & Burnouts” and submitted it to the publisher in early February. It was released in late May, 2017 and is available on Amazon.com and other major online book retailers, in both printed and digital formats.

Rings And Things
Oct 4, 2018   //   by bwilber

Greetings, blog faithful, on yet another Thursday in our long history of Thursdays. No big breaking news or recent huge stories to tell, this time around, but I’ve dug through the closet to come up with some fun trivia and hopefully some entertaining photos. The only racing news this week is that the NHRA Mello Yello tour will be at the Texas Motorplex, south of Dallas, and this year I won’t be one of the many people in attendance. I did book my flight for Las Vegas, though, so by the end of the month I’ll be back out there.

Your contributions: Add a Comment | Continue Reading »
Of Dr. Jobe, New Books, and some Q&A
Sep 27, 2018   //   by bwilber

The name is Dr. Frank Jobe. Ever heard of him? He was born on July 16, 1925. He passed away on March 6, 2014. He was an orthopedic surgeon. He ended up saving arms and careers.

Your contributions: Add a Comment | Continue Reading »
A Fine SoCal Experience
Sep 20, 2018   //   by bwilber

Hello blog faithful! Another Thursday is upon us, and right up front I’ll get to the point about the NHRA St. Louis race, which begins tomorrow. It’s hard to believe, even for me, but I’m not going to attend. We have a ton of stuff going on here in Woodbury, and it was a late entry decision for Del to make, so I have decided to save the money and not be there in person. I can follow along on All-Access, and plan to do that, but the air fares were kind of nuts for STL and I just got back from a pricey trip to Southern California. It’s a bit of a long drive, too, so that was not an option. Had we not just gone down to St. Louis for my birthday in June, it would’ve been a harder decision to make. I’ll miss everyone, and I’ll miss the chance to be “home” once again, but it’s the prudent decision.

Your contributions: Add a Comment | Continue Reading »
SoCal In The Morning
Sep 13, 2018   //   by bwilber

Yep, the NHRA Mello Yello tour is off to Maple Grove Raceway in Reading, Pa. this weekend. I, however, will be heading in the opposite direction. As mentioned in last week’s blog, I’m instead flying to John Wayne Airport in Orange County, Calif. for a bit of sightseeing and info gathering. It’s a “location scouting” visit for the new book that is officially underway. The trip will help me get a real feel for where my SoCal character grew up, went to school, and surfed. And to make it even better, I’m having lunch with Jeff Morton on Saturday. Jeff is Director of Advertising Sales for NHRA and he’s big into baseball in Southern California. He should be, because his son Kale was a left-handed pitcher at Glendora High, then went the University of Arizona before transferring back home to play his final three seasons at Azusa Pacific University, where he had a fine career.

Your contributions: Add a Comment | Continue Reading »
The Indy-thon, And Now The Shift
Sep 6, 2018   //   by bwilber

I am on our screened porch with my two fuzzy assistants around me. One is neck-deep in the catnip plant we grow and water just for him. That would be Buster. The little guy, who always craves sunshine, is near me but on the wooden floor. It is “that day” and you can mark it on the calendar. September 6, 2018. The day you can feel it. The day summer really begins to end and the first wisps of autumn are in the air. From this point forward, we’ll have brief warm-ups and days where we say, “hot one today” but the tide always turns and today feels like that day. At 8:30 this morning, when I went out to get the newspaper in the driveway, it was chilly.

Your contributions: Add a Comment | Continue Reading »
Pages:«1234567...34»