Waiting with his VIP pass, which he hopes might let him pose for a photograph with Dale Earnhardt Jr., Wayne Crawford of Orange County keeps in the shade as the sun breaks through the clouds while he stands in line yesterday outside the Gander Mountain store on State Route 3. rez

After arriving at Gander Mountain via private helicopter and motorcade, Dale Earnhardt Jr. takes the stage beside the store to answer questions submitted by his fans. rez

ABOVE: Inside a Gander Mountain storeroom, Earnhardt autographs the stocks of signature-edition Remington rifles and shotguns.

After a short question-and-answer session, Dale Earnhardt Jr. throws out souvenir hats to fans gathered yesterday evening in the parking lot outside the Gander Mountain outdoors store on State Route 3 in Spotsylvania County. rez

RIGHT: Fans who've waited for hours get a chance to photograph Dale Earnhardt Jr. as he is introduced onstage at Gander Mountain. rez

Waiting in an autograph line, Kim Shaffer of Spotsylvania uses her vanity plate to shade the afternoon sun. rez

Dale Earnhardt Jr.'s appearance at Spotsylvania outdoors store draws thousands determined to grab glimpse of him

By LAURA MOYER

Date published: 9/10/2004

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Most of the 4,000 or so NASCAR fans who gathered at a Spotsylvania County outdoors store yesterday afternoon knew they wouldn't actually get to meet Dale Earnhardt Jr.

Most wouldn't shake his hand, or make a split second of eye contact, or breathe molecules from the very same square yard of air.

But at least they would lay their eyes on him.

For fans of Little E., the occasion merited calling in sick from work or taking the first skip day of the school year, then waiting all day under threatening clouds in the parking lot of the Gander Mountain store on State Route 3.

Some lucky few hundred sported red VIP passes, won in store drawings and radio station giveaways. They'd get to walk up to a table, hand their hero something to sign, pay brief verbal homage and leave fulfilled.

A couple thousand or so wore lesser green passes, worth a group photo opportunity.

Those without any passes at all would have to be satisfied seeing their idol take the stage outside for a brief Q-and-A, and shouting, "Dale, I love you!" from the anonymity of the crowd.

After a day of waiting--eating hot dogs and listening to the marathon efforts of the hard-working band Southern Rain--the crowd turned as one toward Route 3 and the sounds of sirens.

When Junior comes into a NASCAR county like Spotsylvania, he merits a motorcade.

The Spotsylvania Sheriff's Office sent the red Budweiser car to the front parking lot as a decoy, then whisked the man himself to the back of the store in his private Chevy Suburban. Little E. was not driving.

The surprising thing was, in person, Dale Earnhardt Jr. looked exactly like a guy.

He's a month shy of 30, and good-looking without coming across as if he knows it. He had freshly cut sandy reddish hair and sharp sideburns. He wore blue jeans long enough to catch on the heels of well-worn blue-and-brown sneakers; a light blue polo shirt, untucked, with two thin red horizontal stripes; and a red T-shirt underneath that.

He didn't look 6 feet tall, which is what his Web site says he is--but then, he's such a giant in the eyes of his fans that his height in person could never match their imaginations.

One thing was absolutely as the crowd expected. He was utterly, perfectly, respectfully polite.

And he was also very fast.

He entered Gander Mountain just after 6 p.m. and strode, surrounded by an entourage, to a cavernous storeroom. It was set up for the media and for representatives of Remington, the gun people, who sponsored his appearance.

Date published: 9/10/2004