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			3/8/13 
			 
			
			
			DAVID'S DESTINY 
			
			That #22 isn’t all that different from hundreds of other 
			center-steer modifieds being busily prepped right now for the 2013 
			season on New York State’s dirt tracks. Though it might not have all 
			the trick-city bells and whistles or a $35,000 motor, the 22 is 
			beautiful – carefully, even lovingly, assembled.
  What makes 
			this particular Bicknell stand out from all others is its brand. 
			That brand – the flaming 22 – reaches back nearly 60 years in the 
			Mohawk River Valley. Back to the 1950s, back to the birth of rock 
			and roll, back to the emergence of its legendary first 
			wheel-twister, Pete Corey. 
			 
			 
				
					
					
						
							
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							| Pete Corey in an 
							epic score with the Bob Whitbeck #22 out of 
							Canajoharie in 1957. (R.S. Berg Photo, Ramona Feuz 
							Collection)  | 
						 
					 
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			 Fifty years ago, on opening night 1964, the brand was 
			oh-so-tentatively assumed by a lanky 16-year-old rookie from 
			Canajoharie named David Lape. Green as the river bank in May, he 
			hero-worshipped Corey and Bill Wimble and Steve Danish. He was 
			determined to make a go of it on Fonda’s dusty warpath. And so he 
			did.
  It seems beyond imagination that the same Dave Lape will 
			be in that red car, yet again chugging onto the half-mile oval for 
			warm-ups for the Fonda opener next month. Consider just what that 
			means. Beyond all the other tracks he frequented during the week and 
			on Fridays and Sundays, Dave Lape has spent the last 1,000 Saturday 
			nights doing battle on one of the most spirited bull rings in the 
			country.
  No question David has made his mark. Over the 
			decades, he himself became the brand and the legacy. With 99 wins at 
			Fonda, he stands behind only Jack Johnson and his ol’ buddy from 
			Utica, Lou Lazzaro. He has seven championships at the Montgomery 
			County oval alone, countless top-five finishes, all spiced with 
			frequent Most Popular Driver awards. At one point, overwhelmed by 
			groupies, David chirped, “You know, the real purpose of the catch 
			fence is to keep the fans away from the drivers.”
  Especially 
			remarkable is that in the vast percentage of his races over five 
			decades – whether at Fonda or afar – David was his own crew chief, 
			aboard his own car, often on top of a chassis he designed and welded 
			up himself. He has had considerable support from sponsors/owners 
			over the years – the Knapfel Brothers, the Grims, Dick Putman, Fred 
			Burrows Andy Romano, the Palmers, and Pat Riley – and he treated 
			them equally respectfully. His relationship with Fred Burrows lasted 
			17 years.
  David persevered with calm and competence. Though a 
			professional race car driver, his budget often seemed to be about 
			$50 a week, while some of his competitors appeared to be spending 
			big on musical cars. In the winter of 1970, David built the car that 
			really brought him to prominence. He rode it for six years, first 
			with Camaro and then Caddy coupe tin. He estimates it galloped along 
			for over 400 shows before collapsing.
  It’s so interesting to 
			talk with David these days. A definite wild streak from his youth 
			has worn smooth, and he no longer travels hither and yon. Instead he 
			has concentrated on Fonda, and he and wife Jackie and daughter 
			Jessica have settled into a spectacular home he built himself 
			overlooking the Valley. Over the years he has become increasingly 
			interested in racing history, as if to validate the Herculean effort 
			he has made for so long in the sport we all love.
  At age 66 
			it takes David quite a while to climb into the tiny and scarily 
			inaccessible cockpit of a dirt modified. He injured his back badly 
			at Fonda, once hitting a rut viciously in the Burrows car and once 
			flipping endo after breaking a spindle a couple of years back. He no 
			longer blasts flat out into turn one, the left front of the Caddy 
			coupe solidly up in the infield as if to give him more rear bite. 
			Nor does he run so much up in the popcorn groove by the Cow Palace, 
			where he flung the Romano Bicknell on his way to Victory Lane. But, 
			when the track is good, the kid from Canajoharie is still truckin’ 
			the brand. The form is still there.
			
				
				
				
				
			
				
					
					
						
							
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							| David tempts the 
							cushion off turn four. (Otto Graham Photo) | 
						 
					 
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			The new red car and this ’13 season will both be David’s last. Tribute 
			events will be held to honor him at Albany-Saratoga, Utica-Rome, and 
			Fonda.
  Thousands of fans are wondering if David might somehow 
			pull out win #100 at Fonda. If he ever could, those old covered 
			wooden grandstands would be rocked and rolled like never before. 
			David, though, seems curiously uninvested in that thought. He seems 
			to be quietly appreciative of what he has been able to accomplish 
			throughout his career. “Sure, win 100 would be cool, but what means 
			more to me is the 50 years. Honestly, I don’t believe anyone could 
			ever beat that.”
  David, I think you can take it to the bank. 
			
				
				
				
				
			
				
					
					
						
							
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							| (Lape Family 
							Collection) | 
						 
					 
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			 © 2013 Lew Boyd - Coastal 181
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