Let Carroll Shelby Rest in Peace
It’s time to thaw Carroll out.
I don’t know if you read about this but, the Ford Racing legend Carroll Shelby lies frozen in a box in a Dallas hospital.
I had the chance to meet Carroll at the launch of the Ford GT500. For me it was the chance of a lifetime. Being from East Texas, Carroll was an even larger legend to me than most.
So, here I am in Detroit at a Ford sponsored media drive for the GT500 and there sits Carroll, bigger than life, auto writer after auto writer besieging him with rambling questions about the GT500. If I got in front of him, I promised myself I would make him remember me. So, when my turn came to ask the legend a question I popped off this line. “Hi Carroll, I’m sure you’ve talked enough about the mustang today. What I really want to know is what are your thoughts on those great *^%$#%$# Noonday onions”. He started laughing and ended up giving me all of his personal contact info on a Shelby business card.
That was a great moment that I’ll always have, along with a card with his info written in his hand. This may not be much to you but, for a dude born in New Boston, Texas who loves cars, this was a moment I’ll never forget.
Now, fast forward to today and it makes me sick to see what’s going on. Cleo Shelby, aka, wife number six, is in a battle with the lawyers over Carroll’s remains.
This is wife number six. Really? Wife number six? What makes you think Carroll loved or cared for you anymore than 3 thru 5?
Everyone who owns a Shelby product should get in it, drive to Dallas, back their cars up to Baylor Hospital and rev their engines to defrost the single largest contributor to Ford racing.
That’s right. It’s time to defrost and either cremate or bury our East Texas comrade.
Carroll deserves better than this. Even a life spent suing everyone you know should not end in perpetual non- organic numbness.
Why do people feel the need to control the fate of deceased family members? Money and power, that’s what this is all about.
Look, all parents and children have ups and downs. I assure you if my father had passed when I was between the ages of 17-25 it would be a whole different story than it would be today. But, no matter what happens, family is family and number 6 is number six.
Let’s just hope they don’t let this continue so long they make another dark comedy about East Texas folks, like “Bernie”-which, by the way, was a great movie.
Carroll, here’s hoping you finally get in the fast lane to your final resting place.