A memory of Martin Cline
I asked Dad about Martin this morning and he told me this story, I felt I needed to share this.. ‘
Rest in Peace Martin’
Martin Cline and I were childhood friends thad a friendship that lasted nearly 70 years. I used walk to the Cline’s house, it was around four or five miles away by the gravel road. I lived on the Blacklick road and would walk up the hill and through some fields to Reed Creek. At the creek I would roll my breeches legs up to my knees and wade across the creek any time I pleased to visit. Martin had 13 brothers and sisters. His Mother and Father were wonderful to be around. There was always room for one more at supper time and lots of homemade biscuits with gravy. If we were lucky Mr. Cline would catch a big mud turtle out of the creek for supper. I was fortunate to be there when we had mud turtle.
When we were busy building Wythe Raceway, the Cline’s were busy building race cars. Their workmanship was second to none and I can still see those blue race cars coming down the hill and crossing the track. Martin Cline did not win every race, but you had to beat Martin every race!
As I drove a track packer around sealing in the track, I always looked up at the reserved parking section, and there was Martin. I know that he will be watching us every race and I will be thinking about you Martin.