Copeland
#54
Al
I met Al on the dock in Key West in 1987. He had just walked off the Cajun Princess. He and his girl at the time (she was HOT) were dressed in those streaky bleached blue jeans with matching jackets that were the style back then, just as the linen jacket and t-shirt he had on the following day. I said hello to Al and he stopped and talked to me. Here I was a kid with no boat, no company, only in Key West because of the kindness of a friend who let me and my girlfriend ride to the KW races on his new Top Gun. Al talked to me like we had known each other for years; no pretense, no stuffiness, just a guy who liked racing and liked people. We talked for a while and I wished him luck in the following days race.
I've always remembered how approachable Al was and how generous he was to take his time to talk to someone he didn't know. Sort of Offshore Racing's version of John Force; a little unconventional, but definetely the guy you'd bet on (or as in T2X's story, bet WITH).
I am truly saddened he left us so early.
Barry
I've always remembered how approachable Al was and how generous he was to take his time to talk to someone he didn't know. Sort of Offshore Racing's version of John Force; a little unconventional, but definetely the guy you'd bet on (or as in T2X's story, bet WITH).
I am truly saddened he left us so early.
Barry
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Thanks, Barry
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Thanks, Barry
Driver - High's Fuel Your Journey Cigarette Racing Team #598
#55
seemed like the only columnist I found to write an article on the MAN himself. I thought it was tastefully done from his perspective and glad you all agree. Personally, although having never had the pleasure to meet Al in person, I vividly recall seeing he and the Popeye's Team when they were here stopping over in Cape Coral. All the teams would tie up at the Yacht Club for the weekend and do the parade here on the Parkway as well. Mr. Copelands yacht seemed massive in comparrison to anything else at the marina. I recal my father pointing it out to me stating, "that thing belongs to the gentleman that owns Popeyes Chicken. He's a hell of a racer, too." Turned out to be one of those moments not forgotten.
Last edited by fabricator; 03-28-2008 at 07:44 AM.
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What I really liked about Al Copeland was no matter what race class you were running he always talked to you as if you were running in the big classes with him. If you were at a race site with your uniform on and it was obvious you were a racer, you were never snubbed because you were running sportsman class. If you were a racer, you were all right with Al Copeland. He was a real gentleman.