Delvin Miller thinks the best day of his life was Jan. 27, 1974. That was when his pocket was picked of $1,800 in Paris. It helped, of course, that those quick hands got him while he was standing in the winner's circle at the Vincennes racetrack after watching his trotter, Delmonica Hanover, win the Prix d'Amerique—the most famous harness race in the world—and $100,000. "The only bad part," says Miller of that day in Paris, "is that I hated like hell to lose the money clip Perry Como had given me."
He laughs at the memory. Miller, 77, has gone through life smiling at its slings, laughing at its arrows. If ever there was a guy who could be pushed out of a top-floor window and comment favorably on the view all the way down, it would be Miller. "I've had a good life," he says. "Not many disappointments."
This outgoing, upbeat spirit goes a long way toward explaining how it has come to pass that Miller is now competing in his eighth decade. Eighth. Not just as an owner, shaking hands and collecting trophies in winner's circles, but as a driver, out there in a sulky behind an 1,100-pound standardbred. It's likely that Miller has performed in more decades—and certainly longer—than any other professional athlete. Much longer.
Jockey Bill Shoemaker, who retired last year (and was seriously injured in a car accident in April), competed in a mere six decades and for only 41 years. Miller is in his 62nd year of competition. Golfer Sam Snead also competed in six decades. Gordie Howe, hockey's legendary iron horse, played in a paltry five decades. And football's best known graybeard, George Blanda, hung in for a mere four decades. Explains Miller, "I drive horses as good as I can, which is pretty damn good. I'll know when I can't, and I'll quit."
Retirement plans? "I don't have any," says Miller.
Thank goodness. "Delvin," says Hall of Fame driver Stanley Dancer, 63, "is everybody's idol." One of Miller's best friends, golfer Arnold Palmer—Arnie has competed in five decades—says that what makes his buddy so good is that "racing is his heart and soul. He loves what he's doing and he thoroughly enjoys the competition." Says Miller, "I do get a kick out of racing."
But it's hard to think of something that Miller does not get a kick out of. It is impossible to be around him and not have a good time. He insists upon it. It's never too early or too late or the wrong place for him to listen to another story or to order another vodka and water.
Miller has cut back on his driving only to the extent that he now races exclusively when and where he wants. Last season, for example, he raced in Europe. His first win of 1990 came on Aug. 29 in Karlhorst, in East Berlin, where he hadn't driven in 31 years. Two days later, in Hamburg, Miller won three races and finished second in two others. This year Miller, who has half a dozen horses in training, is planning to participate in several stakes races at the Meadowlands ( N.J.) raceway on Aug. 3, and in the Breeders Crown Races on Oct. 25 at Pompano Harness Track in Pompano Beach, Fla. Since he won his first race at a county fair in Carrollton, Ohio, in 1930, Miller has finished first in 2,435 races in the U.S., with purses amounting to $10,959,402. In 1950 he became the first driver ever to win this country's two most prestigious races, the Little Brown Jug (pacing) and the Hambletonian (trotting), in the same year. He was the sport's leading money-winner in 1950 and again in 1960. All told, he has won 267 stakes races.
Miller also figures that he will leave an estate of at least $10 million. His main love these days—after training and driving horses, of course—is the development of Meadowcroft Village, which features authentic buildings from America's past. After spending most of their married life on Meadow Lands, a nearby 220-acre homestead and breeding farm, Miller and his wife, Mary Lib, now live in Meadowcroft Village, which is about 30 miles southwest of Pittsburgh.
Asked how much he has invested in Meadowcroft, Miller shrugs and says, "Oh, six...eight...maybe nine million. I don't know." The point to be made from Miller's reply is not that he is uninterested in money, but that money doesn't drive him. To Miller, money's real value is in generating more dinners, more gifts for friends, more trips abroad, more horses, more good times. Jockey Eddie Arcaro, winner of five Kentucky Derbys and 4,779 races (his career lasted through 31 years and four decades), says he will never forget winning the 1948 Kentucky Derby aboard Citation—not the race, but what happened later. "When I arrived back at LaGuardia Airport," recalls Arcaro, "Delvin greeted me—with a band. I tell you, Delvin cares about his friends. He keeps in touch. He doesn't neglect you."