Recently I had the opportunity to spend a few minutes with the talented and quick-witted Allen Bestwick, prior to the day’s events at the Goody’s Headache Powder 250 Busch series race in Martinsville, VA.

I had practiced many times the things that I would say if I ever had the opportunity, but standing face-to-face with him I lost hold of the whole polished spiel. I did manage to tell him that I was a big fan, and that I had once written an article about him that had inspired many fans to respond (Propositioning the Perfectly Coiffed Master of any Ceremony, Allen Bestwick).

He patiently listened while I explained that I was volunteering to start a fan club for him, as the responses to the article both in posted messages and through emails directly to me were so passionate from NASCAR fans everywhere. He laughed kindly when I said that I had even thought of a name for the folks that would join: The Besties.

Of course I have no idea what he was really thinking (which could have ranged anywhere from ‘aw how nice’ to ‘this woman is a nutcase’) but he kept his face ‘television professional-straight’.

“No, no. I just do what I do,” he said. “I am a very lucky man, and I put bread on the table. I have two kids in college and I am able to provide that for them… no. No. I just couldn’t.”

My son, Joshua, was with me, and he did his best to cajole Mr. Bestwick into it, but even his entreaties were met with the same apologetic response, which basically meant, ‘I’m not worthy.’

My only recourse, then, is to once again put the prospect of an Allen Bestwick fan club out there before all of you readers, and humbly ask those that are interested to say so at the end of this article. Perhaps if enough of us let this skilled and knowledgeable commentator and reporter know how much we would like the opportunity to be a ‘Bestie’, he will see that he is worthy, and give us his blessing.