Six hundred miles. It’s a long way. My proudest achievement of the last few years was driving all the way home from Gainesville, Texas, in a single day. I didn’t plan on it. I just started out, the lure of home was great, and I just kept going and going and going.
That was a little over 1,000 miles, but I didn’t drive them wide-ass open and on the edge of out of control. Oh, no. I set the cruise control and filled up several times on gasoline and coffee. My exciting journey would have bored Kyle Busch, but it was right sporty by my lowly standards.
With an exciting weekend of racing ahead at Charlotte Motor Speedway, NASCAR today will recognize the industry’s pioneers of diversity at the 12th annual NASCAR Drive for Diversity Awards hosted at the NASCAR Hall of Fame.
Industry leaders and personnel will gather Thursday morning in Charlotte, N.C., for an awards ceremony that will honor NASCAR drivers, pit crew members and industry partners and ambassadors for their work promoting diversity and inclusion across the sport.
I love Charlotte Motor Speedway. Seriously, I do. I loved it when it was Lowe’s Motor Speedway. I loved it when the race to be run Saturday night was The Winston. And The Winston Select. And the Nextel All-Star Race. And the Sprint All-Star Race.
Why didn’t they call it The Sprint? That’s what it was. Why don’t they call it The Monster now?
Why? Why, why, why, why, whyyyy it went away. My little runaway, run, run, run, run, runawayyyyyy!
“He’s one of those unsung heroes.” Brad Keselowski said about Mike Mittler, the former NASCAR Gander Outdoors Truck series owner who passed away earlier this week after a battle with cancer, after stepping out his car after his win.
Recently I have been fond of quoting Toby Keith (and Scotty Emerick) by saying that I’m not as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was.
It’s a lie. I’m not as good once as I ever was. Now, as a writer, I think I’m better than ever, but I may be delusional. To quote Jimmy Buffett, don’t ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong.
As to the original point, I can’t drink like I once could. I can’t eat like I once could. I’m losing touch with youth … and, for that matter, the youth.
Martin Truex Jr. and rain at Dover are a perfect match, nearly twelve years after his first career NASCAR Monster Energy Cup series win when rain delayed the race to Monday, Truex does it again to pick up his Twenty-first victory at the Gander RV 400.
Chase Elliot won the pole for the rain delayed race and brought the field to the green on Monday afternoon. Chase continued to lead the race through the competition caution eventually getting passed late into the stage by Joey Logano and William Byron taking two tires after Ricky Stenhouse Jr lost a tire and hit the wall.
Yes, I mostly watch the racing from afar, and I don’t really see what I suspect, but it jives with the scene in local media, and I’m dating myself, as I do consistently at this stage of my so-called career, but the wide, wide world of the sports media reminds me of the old Mad magazine feature, “Spy vs. Spy.”
When I was on the circuit, it wasn’t unusual for me to follow a driver around, or stake out his hauler, trying to “bump” into him without making it look obvious, but now it seems as if reporters follow one another around.
NASCAR’s first weekend off left me refreshed. For at least a week, I’m tired of griping. I think I’m going to tell a few funny tales of days on the road.
I’d love to be the funniest NASCAR writer, but I doubt I’m overly modest about my writing, and I still don’t have an exalted view. By definition, a writer thinks what he writes is good because why would he (or she) write any other way? Few write swill on purpose.
Yet, still, in spite of the innate vanity of journalism, while I was paying close attention and trying to amuse myself, I concluded that the funniest NASCAR writer was Jim McLaurin of my home state, and the funniest man who wrote about NASCAR was Larry Woody of Tennessee.