Sitting behind a desk, the man born John Harold Force is a bundle of nervous energy, it\u2019s as if he\u2019s hiding something, perhaps keeping a secret he\u2019s dying to tell. He leans forward, looks first to his right, then to his left, seemingly checking to see who all is listening. \u201cYou know how much work goes on in here?\u201d asks Force. \u201cNone.\u201d His unsettled behavior starts to become a little clearer; Force genuinely isn\u2019t comfortable in this setting \u2013 it\u2019s not natural. He stands up, walks out from behind the desk towards a picture window overlooking the lobby, which is literally packed with countless trophies and pieces of racing memorabilia, as well as five complete Nitro Funny Cars \u2013 including the mount that carried him to his 15th<\/sup> NHRA world championship just a few months prior. \u201cMy office?\u201d he asks. \u201cTry the cab of my Ford F150 pickup truck. A tour of my truck probably wouldn\u2019t be as much fun, though.\u201d<\/p>\n Admittedly, Force is a gypsy. The nomadic lifestyle of the NHRA Full Throttle Drag Racing Series and its 22 national events send him and what he refers to as his \u201ctraveling road show\u201d back and forth across the country every season, and has since 1979. Life on the road isn\u2019t anything new to Force, though. The son of a long-haul truck driver, Force inherited his highwaymen genes from his father, Harold. As a kid, Force spent his summers in the bed of a dump truck, riding up and down the California coast through the San Joaquin Valley, picking berries with the rest of his family. \u201cI lived all summer in the bed of a dump truck,\u201d Force says. \u201cWe all did. We had our refrigerator in it, we slept in it \u2013 people don\u2019t even know.\u201d Suddenly, it\u2019s not that hard to understand why Force is like a cat on a hot tin roof within the confines of an office space, no matter how large or plush. \u201cI\u2019ve got this office here, full of trophies and pictures of my family, my grandbaby, Autumn, everything. I\u2019ve got an office in Indy they built me \u2013 state-of-the-art \u2013 and it sits right now today empty. I never moved into it.\u201d<\/p>\n Surprising? Not really. Despite having become inarguably the most popular and successful drag racer in history, Force struggles to accept the role, though he can certainly play the part. He\u2019s won championships, set records, defied all odds, time and time again, but for whatever reason refuses to accept the battle as over, the job done, the dream fulfilled. In the world of drag racing, John Force, at the age of 61, certainly isn\u2019t the sole elder statesman; though by and large the majority of racers who have enjoyed continued success in the sport in their senior years have done so by transitioning their careers to team-ownership or some other facet of the industry. Force, in spite of his myriad business ventures, has been enjoying one of the biggest years of his racing career, particularly in the driver\u2019s seat. With his 2010 NHRA Full Throttle Series world championship, his 15th<\/sup> total as a driver, 17th<\/sup> as a team owner, Force\u2019s domination over the sport for more than twenty years is unparalleled in any professional sport.\u00a0<\/p>\n Drawing inspiration from people like Donald Trump and Henry Ford, Force has branched out of the racing industry with various business ventures. He recently broke ground on what will soon be a television studio and production company across the street from his racing facility in Yorba Linda, that already houses a museum and apparel store. \u201cI read once where Donald Trump, he never took vacations,\u201d says Force. \u201cThen he finally took one to some island and he ended up buying a hotel while he was there. It made me laugh because I think the same way. Whether it\u2019s trying to win another championship or build this traveling road show like PT Barnum \u2013 I always try to create excitement.\u201d<\/p>\n Though many racers and fans felt Force\u2019s days as a competitive member of the Nitro Funny Car ranks were behind him after a devastating crash in 2007 left him hospitalized with a severely broken left ankle, a deep laceration on his right knee, a fractured and dislocated left wrist, and abrasive injuries to his right hand, he was only down, not out. An emergency six-hour surgery and extensive physical therapy at Baylor University Medical Center in Dallas, Texas, gave Force and family hope that he would walk again, but driving a 300mph race car seemed completely out of the question. Force even had his doubts. \u201cMy family was at my side every step of the way,\u201d he says. \u201cThey all told me that I\u2019d drive again, and I have to hand it to Robert [Hight] and Ashley \u2013 they have that determination.\u201d And drive again he did, but that was about the extent of the experience as the years following the crash were a wash. For the first time in 23 years, Force endured an entire race season without a trip to the winner\u2019s circle in 2009, though Ashley won two races and son-in-law Robert Hight won the championship. The next year, Force returned to his old form and proved that washed up he was not, adding six more wins in 2010 to his resume that already included 126 national event victories.\u00a0<\/p>\n Tom \u201cThe Mongoose\u201d McEwen, a legendary drag racer in his own right, has been a friend of Force\u2019s for years, and was one of the drivers that he aspired to be like in his early days. He says he talked to Force in the months following his accident in 2007, and told him he had to \u201csuck it up\u201d and get back to the track. \u201cA lot of people,\u201d says McEwen, \u201cwhen they meet John, they think he\u2019s on something \u2013 he\u2019s so wound up. You have to know, that\u2019s just John. It\u2019s who he is. When he was down, struggling to qualify, let alone win races, I had to tell him that all he had to do was make the decision. He had to make the decision to win, to get back to kicking their asses like had been. It wasn\u2019t up to anyone else. It was up to him.\u201d<\/p>\n As the tour through the John Force Racing headquarters continues, a young woman enters what is scheduled to be our last stop for the day, the showroom \u2013 the third floor of the building, which houses Force\u2019s growing car collection as well as row after row of Funny Car bodies \u2013 she\u2019s holding a stack of papers, carrying a concerned look on her face, and glances at her watch briefly before politely pulling Force aside. \u201cDid you eat your breakfast?\u201d she asks him.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, berries,\u201d Force says. \u201cGood choice.\u201d<\/p>\n The woman, Stephanie Fernandez \u2013 Force\u2019s assistant, who he explains helps keep his head on straight \u2013 smiles. \u201cI thought you would like them,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n Force, making a point, replies, \u201cShe knows I\u2019ll just drink coffee all day if she doesn\u2019t put food right in front of me. I don\u2019t slow down long enough to think about feeding myself.\u201d<\/p>\n Fernandez again checks her watch. \u201cRemember, you have a conference call in a few minutes,\u201d she says. \u201cOr do you want me to try and push it back?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMight have to push it back,\u201d says Force with his million-watt smile. \u201cWe\u2019re just getting started with the storytelling.\u201d<\/p>\n If John Force happens to stop by any of the local eateries for a bite to eat, maybe take a minute for himself if he dares and run by the theatre to catch a movie \u2013 it\u2019s like everyone\u2019s favorite relative is in town \u2013 the lady at the theatre wouldn\u2019t dare charge him, waves him on in and calls him by name; the waitress at the restaurant already knows his order. A gypsy, as Force describes himself, is by definition strangers in all lands, but everywhere he goes people know him. Sure, he\u2019s had more TV face time than any drag racer ever, but that\u2019s not the John Force any of these people know.\u00a0<\/p>\n In public, and on camera, every move Force makes is authentic. He laughs genuinely, smiles often, and doesn\u2019t hesitate to say exactly what\u2019s on his mind. As a youth, Force famously lived with his parents and four siblings in a mobile home at a trailer court in Bell Gardens, California, and spent many a night looking out the window dreaming about the day he\u2019d get out on his own. Though not afraid to talk about his humble beginnings or the success he has achieved in life, Force refuses to fully embrace one or the other. Perhaps it\u2019s that very characteristic that has made him appeal to the masses \u2013 his bold and electrifying personality took him out of the trailer park and made him a superstar, while his endearing, lovable demeanor and rags-to-riches story has allowed him to connect with the everyman, and put him in the hearts of millions. John Force\u2019s story makes anything seem possible, and his uncommon ability to tell his story and assume both roles simultaneously has created shoes that will never be filled.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cI come from a family of storytellers,\u201d says Force. \u201cI used to tell stories at truck stops to get a free lunch, and to this day I\u2019m telling those same stories only in a press room. There\u2019s no difference. My momma used to say, \u2018Nobody in our family died of cancer, nobody ever really died of a heart attack.\u2019 I\u2019d always ask her, \u2018How did they die, momma?\u2019 \u2018Well, Johnny,\u2019 she\u2019d say, \u2018most of them were hung for telling lies.\u2019 Me, I never lie. I may embellish a good story, but there\u2019s a big difference.\u201d<\/p>\n Widely considered one of the best drivers ever to grace the drag strip, Force\u2019s strongest attributes have little to do with cutting lights or manhandling an 8,000 horsepower hot rod. It\u2019s his ability to connect with people that has served him so well for all these years, though probably not as much to credit for his successes as Force\u2019s never-ending belief that his dreams can, and will, come true.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cOur family is full of very emotional people,\u201d he says. \u201cWe believe in the dream. My dad left his family during the depression and hitchhiked to California in the snow \u2013 chasing the dream. My momma came from the dust bowl. My family lived The Grapes of Wrath<\/em>. But we never stopped believing.\u201d<\/p>\n For Force, it would appear the dream has come true. Fame, fortune, and championships \u2013 he\u2019s climbed to the top of the mountain. In a list of the Top 50 drivers of all time compiled by the NHRA in 2001 to commemorate their 50th<\/sup> anniversary, Force was named No. 2, second only to \u201cBig Daddy\u201d Don Garlits. Force openly admitted that he would have liked to be number-one; even though that\u2019s a rating he\u2019d never give himself.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cIn my mind, I\u2019ll never be better than Don Prudhomme, [Kenny] Bernstein, McEwen,\u201d says Force. \u201cI idolized those guys. That\u2019s who I wanted to be, and I\u2019ll never let myself believe that I\u2019ve surpassed them no matter how many championships we win. It\u2019s never been about championships for me. That\u2019s not what the dream is. If I was to let myself think I was the best, what\u2019s left to accomplish?\u201d<\/p>\n As we exit the showroom, passing by a framed check hanging on the wall from the National Hot Rod Association to John Force Racing for four-hundred-thousand-dollars, Force leads us back downstairs towards the lobby, stopping as we approach a red, white, and blue Automobile Club of Southern California Ford Mustang Nitro Funny Car once driven by the late Eric Medlen \u2013 the first of Force\u2019s Next Generation drivers, who passed away in a tragic accident in 2007.\u00a0<\/p>\n The tale of John Force is defined, like any story, by the actions of the main character when faced with a crossroads. Force identifies two in his life, both involving survival \u2013 the first his own, and the second that of those he cares about most.<\/p>\n \u201cI was sitting in my eighteen-wheeler at an interstate truck stop just outside of Memphis,\u201d says Force. \u201cI\u2019d pulled over to call home. My daddy picked up the phone and he told me, \u2018John, you have to come home.\u2019 He told me the bank was broke, that I\u00a0 didn\u2019t have any money \u2013 it was over. I didn\u2019t know what to do. I remember my head going down on the wheel and I started to cry.<\/p>\n \u201cWe didn\u2019t have cell phones in them days. I was parked next to a phone booth and the next day my dad called back. He said, \u2018a race track in Houston wants to book ya\u2019. They lost their drivers, Prudhomme and Bernstein, because of a national event rainout, and he said they\u2019ll give you money right now.\u2019 I called the promoter and I asked how much he was paying. He started negotiating with me and I said, \u2018Look, I\u2019m either coming or I\u2019m not, but I\u2019m broke \u2013 I need a room, I need food for the two people I got with me, and I want half of what you would have paid Prudhomme.\u2019 And he said, \u2018You got a deal.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n Out of gas, figuratively and literally, Force was preparing himself to accept defeat, to quit, and give up the dream. Six hundred miles from a little backwoods track in Texas, Force chose to believe. More than 30 years later, he still is, though that truck stop wouldn\u2019t be the last time his resolve was put to the test. Winning championships, setting records, his daughter set to make her Nitro Funny Car debut, his team growing, John Force was on top of the world. And then he lost Eric.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cI went home and I looked at my trophies, and it made me sick,\u201d Force recalls of the days following Medlen\u2019s death. \u201cWhat good was any of this without this young kid that was the next generation of John Force Racing? He had helped Ashley, he helped Robert \u2013 hell, he was even teaching me. Eric Medlen was really special, and then he was gone.<\/p>\n \u201cAll of that glory, all of that wanting to be a hero, wanting to be a star; pounding coffee in the morning, energy drinks through the day, beer every night so you could sleep, and all of a sudden you realize \u2013 you\u2019re nothing. All you thought mattered, didn\u2019t matter.\u201d<\/p>\n Force did his best, but he was struggling. Mad at the world, confused, he was moving ahead, but only to a small degree. Nothing made sense, especially racing for trophies, and the most terrifying thing of all \u2013 his own daughter, his son-in-law, they were still racing. He was ready to quit, just like he was in Memphis. Again, Force chose to believe \u2013 mainly that these cars could be safer, and that Eric Medlen would not have died in vain. Seeking answers from points all across the motorsports landscape, Force took heed of the unforgettable advice of NASCAR President, Mike Helton, who told him, \u201cYou should surround your drivers with armor.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI took that message to Tom Compton at the NHRA,\u201d says Force. \u201cI told him we needed more weight. Oh, no, these teams were screaming. They wanted to beat me up. Well, I wasn\u2019t going back. I got my people around me \u2013 the brain trust, John Medlen, Austin [Coil], Bernie [Fedderly] \u2013 and I asked them \u2018What are we going to do?\u2019 Everybody went to work with Ford Motor Company\u2019s engineers and we made changes to the cars, we changed the roll cages, we added padding. We couldn\u2019t sit around and wait for another kid to die. It was about saving lives.\u201d<\/p>\n Little did Force know, ultimately, it would come down to saving his own life. Six months later, still unable to come to terms with Medlen\u2019s death, begrudging everyone, God included, Force stood at the 1,000-foot mark in the pits of the Texas Motorplex on a Saturday night. \u201cI was mad, drinking beer, and I asked God, \u2018Why did you take Eric? Why did you give that family so much pain?\u2019 I wanted a sign. I wanted a reason. The next day at 1,000-foot, the good Lord hit me with a hammer right where I had stood the night before, and he changed my life.<\/p>\n \u201cKenny Bernstein and I ran into each other, all hell broke loose, and I almost died. If that wasn\u2019t a sign, I don\u2019t know what is,\u201d says Force. \u201cI woke up in the helicopter with bones sticking out of my feet, my wrists, my knee, and the doctors told me it was over. I lay in that hospital bed and my daughter, Ashley, and my wife, Laurie, they stood there and told me, \u2018This is exactly what happened to Eric. If we wouldn\u2019t have fixed the cars after his crash, you would have died.\u2019 I realized then that Eric Medlen saved my life.\u201d<\/p>\n Far beyond our originally scheduled 60-minute time slot with the 15-time champion, Ms. Fernandez re-enters the room. Again she kindly reminds Force that he has other commitments that day, and by the acknowledging look on his face, it\u2019s clear that our time is soon coming to an end. Having been given a story for nearly every square foot of the John Force Racing headquarters, it\u2019s probably best that we met in California and not Indianapolis, where his 150,000-square feet shop serves as home base for the race teams, as well as houses the chassis shop, paint shop, Boss 500 engine program, Eric Medlen project, apparel store and another museum. (\u201cYou\u2019ve got to come see this place in Indy,\u201d he says. \u201cIt\u2019s unbelievable.\u201d)<\/p>\n As we head towards the door, stopping briefly to load up our camera gear, Force takes the liberty of pushing back his pending conference call once again, which makes me feel, at least for a second, pretty important. He says he enjoyed showing us around, talking about racing, and life, but he the story wasn\u2019t quite over. \u201cI know I aggravate my people,\u201d he says. \u201cBut I know I couldn\u2019t do it without them. I am not a one-man band. It\u2019s the people around me that have orchestrated this. Honestly, everyone is a part of this puzzle \u2013 well, it\u2019s more like a Rubik\u2019s cube most the time.\u201d<\/p>\n Throughout the course of our conversation Force has been candid; no holds barred, no topic off limits. Though books have been written chronicling his journey to the top of drag racing, he says he\u2019s never spoken so openly. Maybe it\u2019s therapeutic, or maybe it\u2019s the berries; there\u2019s no telling. Fortunately, nor is there any telling what he might say next. \u201cThese are things that I don\u2019t usually talk about,\u201d he says. \u201cMaybe it\u2019s just the mood I\u2019m in this morning. I\u2019m in a different mindset.\u201d<\/p>\n Almost every massive cardboard check on display in the museum, virtually every plaque and award on the wall, not to mention 132 coveted NHRA Wally trophies, all have his name inscribed on them, but if you asked John Force who was responsible for them he\u2019d probably put his name last on the list. \u201cI\u2019m not a smart guy, I\u2019m not a wiz kid,\u201d he says. \u201cSome people say I\u2019m smart like a fox, but no \u2013 I\u2019m actually dumber than mud, probably. But I surround myself with brilliant people. I surround myself with people that can take me where I want to go.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cEducation is a wonderful thing, and I am happy for those that have the money and the time to get a college education,\u201d he continues. \u201cI\u2019ve given that to all my children, and my wife has her degree from San Diego State. I went to school to try and play football, and I didn\u2019t last till noon on the first day. There are other ways to get educated \u2013 on the streets. I became a rich man in my lifetime because I worked seven days a week, I surrounded myself with people that could do what I couldn\u2019t, but on top of that \u2013 I lived it. All day, every day.\u201d<\/p>\n Forking over the credit to his team and thanking his sponsors, Force attempts to sum up his success by quoting Paul Newman in the 1956 movie Somebody Up There Likes Me. <\/em>\u201cYou know, I\u2019ve been lucky,\u201d says Force. \u201cSomebody up there likes me.\u201d<\/p>\n Though his championship-winning performance this past November in Pomona looked much like a perfectly executed plan, Force can\u2019t help but shake his head in amazement when he talks about it. \u201cBeating Hagan,\u201d he says, looking up. \u201cDid that make any sense at all? That everything went wrong for him, and everything went right for me? Think about it. No, it doesn\u2019t. There\u2019s a higher power running this show, and I\u2019ve learned that.\u201d<\/p>\n Force insists he has five years left to drive a race car, and that he\u2019s going to give his fans and his sponsors all he\u2019s got for every last one of them. \u201cThere won\u2019t be any big announcement, there won\u2019t be a retirement press conference,\u201d he says. \u201cSome older people want their finals days to relax, and God Bless them. When I step out of the seat, I know that I\u2019m going to have to work harder to run the teams, to grow the business; whether it\u2019s at the racetrack with the NHRA or if it\u2019s in Hollywood.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m 61 going on 100,\u201d he quips. \u201cI will die at a drag strip. I know it\u2019s already in the books, and it\u2019s a good way to end my movie.\u201d<\/p>\n Even when speaking of his own death, Force recognizes an opportunity, and though it may be a tough pill to swallow when his body finally tells him that driving is no longer an option, it\u2019s just one more road to cross. \u201cBelieve me, the legend is only beginning,\u201d says Force. \u201cIt\u2019s not about me. It\u2019s about the future; it\u2019s about our young drivers, our young crew chiefs. I\u2019ve still got Bernie [Fedderly], and I\u2019ve still got [Dave] Densmore, we\u2019re the last of the old timers, and they remind me where I came from. We\u2019ve got these young kids to take us to the next level.\u201d<\/p>\n Our hour-long meet and greet that had somehow morphed into a marathon confessional was finally winding down. Force has a meeting later this afternoon with Castrol in Los Angeles, which is clearly a priority. The first time he signed with Castrol was in 1985 for $5,000, and now he\u2019s headed to their corporate offices to discuss what is certainly a multi-million dollar deal that will take the two partners into their 30th<\/sup> year together. \u201cI\u2019ve been racing for better than 30 years,\u201d says Force. \u201cIt was never about the money. Just like I don\u2019t work in that office upstairs, or live in these big houses I\u2019m embarrassed to own, I don\u2019t race for money or championships. Sure, I\u2019ll take \u2018em, and I\u2019m proud, but there\u2019s more to it than that.<\/p>\n \u201cSo, what\u2019s the motivation? What do I have left to prove?\u201d he asks, preempting my question. \u201cNothing. I never did. All I\u2019m doing is chasing the dream.\u201d<\/p>\n For John Force, the dream is simple \u2013 to be somebody. It\u2019s been a lifelong quest to hear the crowd roar, and it\u2019s served as both a blessing and a curse; the never-ending pursuit of the next accomplishment and tireless worth ethic keeps the championships coming, the sponsors on board, while the fear of failure and returning to that trailer house in Bell Gardens keeps him from ever truly enjoying his successes.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cYou have to understand,\u201d says Force. \u201cIt\u2019s where I came from. I was nobody. When I hear the cheer of the crowd, I can\u2019t explain it \u2013 Superman comes out of me. It\u2019s an addiction. It\u2019s my ego.\u201d<\/p>\n So there it is, the dream. John Force has spent his whole life hoping, praying, and dreaming that one day he\u2019d matter, that it\u2019d be him the people stood and applauded. Though he\u2019ll never rest, never stop fighting the good fight, Force\u2019s dream came true a long time ago, and even if he called it quits with number fifteen \u2013 the crowd will never stop screaming every time they hear his name.<\/p>\n The post DI Classic: John Force\u2019s Dream<\/a> first appeared on Drag Illustrated<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" John Force\u2019s office inhabits the northwestern corner of the second floor of a sprawling, 60,000 square foot Infiniti car dealership turned race shop in beautiful Yorba Linda, California. It\u2019s a big office, of course, affording a spectacular view of the mountains of Chino Hills Range. 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