Hello folks! Eventually, I will be posting once a week or so. In the meantime, I hope that you enjoy the intermittent posting. My writing about NASCAR’s history tends to interfere with me writing about NASCAR’s history.

There is a lot in the history of NASCAR that gets swept under the rug. The history of the sport didn’t start with Jeff Gordon, or even with Dale Earnhardt or Richard Petty.

The scrubby roots of NASCAR are in moonshine. Prohibition, Revenuers, Shiners- racing in the middle of the night with a Ford loaded down with clanking bottles of mountain dew. And that clever move that you thought you invented in highschool- where you yank the Emergency brake, spin around and head the opposite direction? That, my friends, is a move that came right out of the night runs of the moonshiners.

And what do you think happens when you have two guys who think that they have the fastest car in town? Well.

A race. That’s what.

And for those of you that think that days of the moonshiner are long gone? Nope. Still there. And I am not talking about Junior Johnson and his (now legal) Moonshine. Though I am not knocking it, its rather good and my bottle has Junior’s signature right on it.

I’m talking about living breathing history, still alive.

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