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...Back when stock cars were stock cars (sorta)!
Uncle Charlie



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Now they are cardboard cutouts, replete with templates to ensure no deviation. Kinda blows that that little bit of soul is gone. The only thing stock about them is, well, nothing!

Back when the King was tearing up the track, the infield was a haven for lowbudget fans. When a wreck occurred on turn 3 you could run out the track and grab pieces. A friend of mine has one of Richard Petty's mangled fenders. You could burn tires on open fires, and just generally raise hell. I still have a jacket that shielded me from an exploding paint can. Yup, toss some aerosol cans in the fire and watch the fun. Young and dumb. And full of vinegar. Now? Jeez. Lake Lloyd RV spots go for five grand. And they wonder why the stands are not filled to capacity. The infield was filled with bonafide rebel flag wielding, Budweiser swilling, nascar fans. Now all one sees is rich folk in their motorhomes.

Blowing gravel off rural roads