So, I was watching the race the other day, and Todd Gilliland was standing next to, I think it was Joey Logano? Anyway, it got me wondering just how tall Gilliland actually is. He didn’t look super tall, but sometimes the camera angles play tricks on you, right?
Naturally, the first thing I did was pull out my phone. Started searching around. You know how it is, sometimes you get different numbers popping up on different sites. One place might round up, another might have old info.
- Checked a few sports stats sites.
- Looked at some NASCAR fan forums, see what people were saying there.
- Tried to find some official bio stuff.
After digging for a bit, most sources seemed to settle on one number. It appears Todd Gilliland is around 6 feet tall (or 183 cm). Give or take, maybe. It’s always a bit approximate with these things unless you measure ’em yourself, which I obviously wasn’t going to do.
Thinking Back…
You know, this whole simple act of looking up a quick fact, like a driver’s height, seems so trivial now. But it kinda threw me back to a time when getting even basic information felt like pulling teeth. It was years ago, I was working this job doing some basic inventory management for a small parts distributor. Not exactly glamorous stuff.
We had this old system, like, ancient even back then. Everything was on paper or in these clunky databases that crashed if you looked at them funny. One day, the boss needed to know the exact thread count on some specific bolt we supposedly had thousands of, but nobody could find the damn spec sheet. It wasn’t in the usual files. The computer system just had a part number and a bin location.
I spent literally half a day digging through dusty old binders in the back warehouse. It was hot, papers everywhere, felt like I was on some weird scavenger hunt. My boss kept calling my desk phone, which I obviously wasn’t near, getting more and more annoyed. Finally found the original supplier catalog from like, the stone age, wedged behind a filing cabinet.
Got the info, reported back. Felt like I’d uncovered some ancient secret. The boss just grunted, scribbled it down, and went back to his coffee. No “thanks”, no “good job finding that”. Just another Tuesday.
It’s funny thinking about that now. All that effort for a thread count. Today, finding Todd Gilliland’s height took maybe 30 seconds on my phone while sitting on the couch. Makes you appreciate how easy things are now, even simple stuff like settling a random curiosity about how tall a NASCAR driver is.
