The Rice Lake Speedway will add its first member to its Hall of Fame tonight who had no direct connection to the sport. He was not a driver, a car owner, a mechanic, media member or sponsor, he was simply a fan. But when we say fan, we mean to say perhaps the greatest and most supportive of any fan who has attended this long running facility.
LaVerne Crapser was from Mondovi and in 1959 he attended his first race ever at the Rice Lake Speedway. Whether it was the action that the tiny little fifth mile track provided or a connection he made with the people that ran the track or the spectators he met there, LaVerne fell in love with Saturday night racing at Rice Lake and his Saturday nights there became a huge part of his life.
Family doings, outings and even business gatherings were cut short so that LaVerne could make the drive to the races every Saturday night.
LaVerne was an interesting man. He was a farmer, an auto mechanic, a blacksmith, worked at Uniroyal Tire in Eau Claire until it closed and was on the Albany town board for sixty six years.
In the beginning he brought his sons with him to the races and later his grandchilden and great grandchildren. But everyone eventually got to share with him the tradition of Saturday night racing at the Rice Lake Speedway.
At the old track, LaVerne always sat in the front row of the grandstand right behind the judge's stand. He would always be the first one to the track, often beating the ticket takers. He would carry his huge stack of blankets down the hill and he would then precisely lay down the blankets, saving spots for his family and “racing family” friends as he was always talking up the track and inviting co-workers and friends to come to the races with him.
When the track was remodeled, he chose a top row spot where he could sit and chat with other fans. He was offered a seat in one of the sky boxes, but he preferred to sit with the other fans so they could talk racing.
As the years passed, his children and grandchildren came with him less often to the races as their own lives evolved, but he would continue his Saturday night trips until the very last couple years of his life when his health failed and he was unable to drive himself on such a long trip. LaVerne was a great fan of racing at other tracks too and was a regular for many years at the Red Cedar Speedway in Menomonie. He and his wife Muriel also had a special fondness for going to Thunder Bay Ontario and loved going to the races there and visiting that city.
Every trip to Rice Lake on Saturday night was precisely planned. The car was washed, the cooler filled with ice and soda(Pepsi only!) and the trip began early so that they would get the best seats in the house. Most trips were made in the 1962 Buick Electra nicknamed “The Little Red Fire Engine” that was finally retired after it recorded 426,000 miles on it.
After the races were completed, the blankets were packed up and everyone would head to the pits to meet the drivers and get autographs. Then would be the long ride home, often very late at night. As one of the grandson's would relate, they often had to make a pit stop on the side of the road on that long trip so LaVerne could “change a light bulb on the top of the radio tower.” Only years later would they understand what he was actually doing. After all, a man can drink only so much Pepsi!
As you might guess, making so many trips would result in some unusual moments on the highways of Wisconsin. As related by one of the grandson's , there is the famous tornado and MG story.
After an uneventful trip to the speedway one Saturday night, they were met by a track worker who instructed them that the races had been cancelled by severe weather. So they turned around and were headed back to Mondovi. Near Bloomer, LaVerne suddenly stopped on the freeway and said.” You see the way those clouds look, that's what it looks like just before you have a tornado.” Not two seconds later, a tornado funnel cloud formed and came directly at them. They drove under the Bloomer overpass where they hid and watched as a large piece of tin roofing slammed into a Cadillac going North.
Then it ended and they continued on their way home. However, the evening's drama was not yet over. South of Eau Claire, an MG driven by an drunken driver pulled out from a bar right in front of them. LaVerne's big Buick drove right over the front of the MG when he couldn't get stopped in time. The Buick ended up in the ditch with a bent bumper and fender but they drove it home. The MG was destroyed with its engine pushed right down into the blacktop of the road.
LaVerne made hundreds of those trips from rural Mondovi to Rice Lake, many in the days before the freeway was completed. And over the course of over fifty years, LaVerne missed only two nights of racing at the Rice Lake Speedway. LaVerne passed away on November 2nd, 2010 at the age of ninety two.
But he had two sons, seven grandsons and three great grandsons who have been involved in dirt track racing, either racing or working on cars. And they will state unconditionally that their love for the sport can be traced back to “Gran Pa Verne.”
We can thank Verne and all the others in this crowd, some not evem known to us, who have showed this same level of dedication and unconditional support for the speedway over the last seventy one years. Without them, racing could not have lasted for this many years at this track and we owe them a great deal of gratitude.
Accepting the award for Rice Lake Speedway Hall of Famer LaVerne Crapser is his son Jim from Brookfield Wisconsin.