I had watched NASCAR most of my life. The constant turning left at a high rate of speed was thrilling at times. I wasn't one fo the fans that anyone would consider die-hard, but I knew who folks were. I always loved the realness of the old guys, the icons. They didn't give a shit. They were racers, drivers, high speed junkies! Turning wrenches to make the wheels turn faster to get across the finish line first without having to spend more money to fix anything, that was their real goal. 

Fast forward to 2015…