He has the looks of a movie star from the 1940s, when a charming smile and an imperfect hairline were acceptable to the masses.
Ron Capps would be at home in the Golden Age of Television or the Golden Globes of 2008.
See, Ron Capps gets it. With his easygoing, affable manner he is usually the most likable person in the room, unless the room is Whit Bazemore’s den.
The best compliment Capps can be paid is that he would be at home with the legends of racing.
A.J. Foyt, Mario Andretti, Dan Gurney, they were willing to drive anything anywhere. They weren’t specialists, like so many drivers today. They were racecar drivers. Strap ’em in and get outta their way.
Capps is not of that caliber. Those guys are legends. But Capps comes from the same mold, different material. So do guys like Robby Gordon and Max Papis.
In the straight line world of the Powerade NHRA Drag Racing Series, Capps is the sport’s greatest ambassador not named John Force, which is to say that Capps is willing to turn left on purpose.
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