Rett,
A couple of times a week I find myself wishing I could go back to those days again. It seemed like a lot more people were having fun and in Maine it was a family affair. Your whole family would turn out Sunday afternoon to cheer you on, even grandma, who probably could not tell the difference between a 36 Chevy and a 40 Ford but she cheered mightily for that car with your number on it.
Once it became more about how much money you had to spend, then how skilled you were at car driving, I could see the writing on the wall and lost interest. Thinking about, and building models of these old cars helps me to remember those days when it was an awful lot of fun and you didn't have to borrow against your house to get the money to build an engine. NASCAR today I have absolutely no use whatsoever for. Can't tell one car from another.
MB