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Originally Posted by Lenny5160_v2
I hate to admit it as a reflection on my maturity level but, since you brought it up, I?ve always thought of your name from that angle.
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It's been a hoot. From having to show my driver's licenses to girls at bars and tables, all the way to held up at work on a random ID check while trying to get out of the parking lot onto the main highway. The Lady Guard just didn't believe that was my real name. New girls on the Plants switchboard frequently would not page me for outside contractors, as they thought they were being pranked. One of John and I's favorites was when I was running Lincoln Morehead. Leo started this "Who out there wants "Nice Wanger? And who out there is rooting for More HEAD ! Brother John was rolling around on the ground laughing when I got back to the pits...
The first time we ran Kanawa Valley's points race I was summoned up to the tower. It was third round or so. We ended up going rounds and winning it, so the announcer had someone come and get me. He was getting tongue tied trying to pronounce our name. When I told him how to pronounce it, he looked at me and sheepishly said " I can't say that down here in the hills of WV. They will think I'm being vulgar." When I was a kid, 18 or so, some of the guys started calling me "Wanger". It stuck, and for many a year I was referred to as Wanger by my gang. I had my fill of running the bars and took up racing. John joined along. Superstock here we come. Somehow...John was referred to as Wanger also. This quickly caused confusion. To my shock, folk stated calling John BIG Wanger and me Little Wanger! Not Cool!