About our friend Scott Kalitta- from Eddie and Ercie Hill
A Racer’s Heart
by Ercie Hill
With the loss of our friend and fellow racer Scott Kalitta recently, the drag racing world was knocked to its knees. We’d known Scott for 23 years when tragedy struck in an unthinkable, untimely, unforgiving accident at Old Bridge Township Raceway in Englishtown, New Jersey, on June 21, 2008. A day we can’t forget.
Over the decades we saw Scott evolve from a party-down young man into a serious racer. He married Kathy and they had two boys – Corey and Colin. He won back-to-back top fuel championships in 1994-95, a wonderful legacy.
Scott was a formidable opponent. He’d race you hard. No monkey business or trying to take unfair advantage -- just a heads-up racer with an enormous desire to win. We had to take our A Game to the starting line when it came our turn to run against Scott. Sometimes he won, sometimes we won, but you could be assured it would be a good race.
Back in 1989 we used to dog-sit Scott’s three-pound Pomeranian, Elsa, during qualifying and eliminations at the track. She was precious, sweet, and tiny. When Scott won his first funny car race, we were dog-sitting Elsa in our transporter, and Scott borrowed our three-wheeler to party through the pits. Somewhere around 11:00 p.m. while Scott was driving his transporter home that evening, he remembered that he had left Elsa, so he turned around and drove back to the track. When he came to retrieve her, I told him we’d trade him his dog for our three-wheeler, which he had not returned. He couldn’t remember where he left it, but we gave him his dog anyway and found the three-wheeler at Shirley Muldowney’s pit area. That was our friend Scott.
What happens in the pits and behind the scenes at NHRA events is often more interesting than the race itself. Racers will go toe-to-toe with each other to win a round. They give it everything they have; and on a rare occasion tempers flare. But let a racer get in trouble, and help comes his way from his competition every time. We’ll fight tooth and nail to win over our opponents; but we recognize the need to help each other, and that always prevails.
Many people have asked us if we knew Scott Kalitta, and have extended their condolences and prayers not only to his family, but to us. Then they ask how we feel about the accident.
Drag racing is dangerous, and that’s part of the thrill. It takes a special kind of person to handle a 330 mph nitro “flopper” or a top fuel dragster, and Scott was an expert at driving both. It takes experience, guts, and quick thinking to handle a race car at those speeds. The adrenaline rush is one you can’t get any other way, and it’s addictive. Scott probably had as many laps and experience under his belt as most any other driver at Englishtown the day of the accident.
We’ve seen drivers like Jim Head drive with broken ribs. Lori Johns drove with a broken finger. Eddie drove with broken toes. They’ll drive with the flu, suffer heat stroke, dehydration, and all manner of other ailments; but they all seem to be able to get in the car when it’s time for the next round. I used to laugh and make the comment that a top fuel racer will drag himself over a quarter mile of broken glass in 100 degree heat, and pull himself up into the cockpit in a body cast for just one more ride.
Scott was of that ilk. We’ve seen him drive a funny car with a cast on his leg and do a 180 degree blowover in his dragster. He was in the other lane when Eddie had a horrific crash at Sears Point, California in 1997 – and Scott retired for a while thereafter. He had the best seat in the house to see our dragster disintegrate at over 300 mph. Drag racing isn’t always pretty.
Eddie and I have been married for 24 years, and I managed our team for most of them. We’re privileged to have become friends with racers in a lot of different motorsports – drag racing, NASCAR, Indy Car, Sprint Car. One thing they all have in common is their love of G forces. The ride of a lifetime. The thrill of victory and the roar of the crowd. Piloting a rocket ship over the ground.
We’ve learned that a racer’s heart feels broken when the ride and the thrill are no longer there. Eddie has experienced it, and Scott experienced it after both of his retirements. He had the means and will to return to the sport he grew up in, the only son of a racing legend and our dear friend, Connie Kalitta. He missed the smell of nitro, the overpowering thump of a fuel engine, the grandstands rushing past at over 300 mph. He missed his racing family and crew and he was once more drawn back to his roots, a way of life like no other.
There are very few who will ever experience the adventure and thrills that Scott lived. He knew the perils, the danger, what could happen. He’d seen it before when we lost Eric Medlen, Blaine Johnson, Darrell Russell, Jimmy Nix, and many other great drivers.
It was an acceptable risk. If it had not been, Scott would not have raced. That’s a decision all racers make, and no one can make it for them. None of us have ever gone to the starting line thinking something tragic was going to happen. In fact, just the opposite -- we’re an optimistic bunch.
For whatever highs drag racing lavishes on its participants and fans, it can also have a terrible sting. The reality that we lost Scott has hit us hard, and we will forever miss him. But at the risk of sounding callous, Eddie and I are glad that he left this world doing what he loved to do. Not tied to a hospital bed dying of some hideous disease, or falling off a ladder cleaning gutters. Doing what Scott did best.
His life was not a long one, but Scott Kalitta packed more living into his 46 years than most folks get to pack into twice that many. He wasn’t much for the limelight, just a guy who loved his race car.
But for the grace of God, the same tragedy could have struck Eddie numerous times in boat, motorcycle, and top fuel racing. He had a lot of major crashes, some at over 300 mph. We know how blessed Eddie has been to race and pull through. It could easily have gone the other way. We praise God for His mercy.
Our profound condolences go out to Conrad, Kathy, Corey, Colin and Scott’s cousin Doug Kalitta, a top fuel driver for Team Kalitta. May the good Lord bless each one of you abundantly and wrap you in His arms in your grief. God bless you guys in every way possible.
If we could ask Scott what he’d want his family and team to do, our idea is that he’d probably say, “Make the cars and tracks as safe as you can, and keep on racing.” That’s what we hope will happen. It’s what racers do.