When Rednecks Ran NASCAR ~ 2019
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Good day gentle readers, and a good day to you as
well, Mr. or Ms. assigned reader… thought to be over in the Queen's City of
Charlotte NC. Bet you thought this was going to be a serious column, didn’t
you? Nope! Not a chance! This is another from the archives of Insider Racing
News; it hasn’t seen daylight in a couple of years now, and it’s all for
laughs.
Today we're trying something just a bit different.
Remember when you were a child and the favorite game of every day was
"Pretend?" Some called it "Make believe", but it's the same
game, just a different name. Well, that's what we'll be playing today. Come on!
Be a kid again for a short while! We'll have fun; I promise!
Because it's my column and I get to make the rules for
the game, let's set the timeline for this as January, 2004. I choose that time
period because it marks the beginning of what we race fans have come to know as
"The Changing of the Guard." In this little exercise, it might be
necessary to cast your mind back to that time period to understand this with
any sort of reason or comprehension, but really, nothing much has changed in
the intervening years, except that now we are once again allowed to utter the
word "Redneck." There was a time, back in that 2004 era, when that
word could not be spoken in NASCAR circles, let alone adorn the hood of a
racecar, (Derrike Cope’s car was pulled from competition because it carried
sponsorship from “RedneckJunk.com, an auto parts dealer) lest it cast us in a
bad light. *Ahem*
One last note… please know that none of what follows
is any reflection on Jim France, who was at that time busy making the world of
Sports Cars a better place.
Imagine if you will, a motorsports journalist seated
at the keyboard in her office, contemplating what to write about and hoping she
can find a thought that 35 others haven't already expressed. She stares at the
blank screen before her and then alters her gaze to the window beside her that
overlooks a winter day in Georgia, cloudy and dark, but the rain has stopped
for now. Finding no inspiration to write among the plants and trees, her eyes
slowly return to the blank screen as her mind wafts away to that
semi-trancelike state we call oblivion.
In that dream world found just the other side of
consciousness, she is faced by the very thing that worries her the most, all of
the recent problems and changes in NASCAR, her sport of choice. Then slowly,
through the haze, images begin to appear and the mist lifts until at last she
can see things as they might be in the future and there is just a hint of a
smile at the corners of her mouth.
Directly in front of her, she sees the President of
NASCAR, Jeff Foxworthy, as he prepares to address the Board of Directors
meeting that is being held in a cavernous room where all the board members have
walkie-talkies. At the head of the table sits a man with a not-too-bright look
about him, his mouth gaping open as he stares at the ceiling. She realizes that
she is looking at Gomer Pyle and that he is now the Chairman and CEO of NASCAR.
At his right is seated the recently retired Chairman
and father figure, Andy Taylor. Further, down the table she sees the Director
of Operations, or Top Cop, as we are fond of calling that position, sporting a
black cowboy hat. At his feet sits a forlorn looking Bassett Hound (Aren’t they
all?) that is obviously the brighter of the pair. This would be Roscoe P.
Coltrane and his trusty sidekick, Flash. Others seated for the meeting,
representing various departments of the giant sports monopoly, included Jed Clampett (Director of Finances), Cooter Davenport (Head of
Research and Development), Goober Pyle (Personnel Director), Enos Strate (Deputy Director of Research) and Uncle Jesse Duke
(Refreshments Chairperson). Representing the drivers’ union was the guy that
used to drive the #55 NAPA sponsored Chevrolet, Jethro Bodine (No relation) and
the Sergeant at Arms was Barney Fife.
About then the journalist realized that she held a
palm pilot in her hand and folks were addressing her as “Madam Secretary”, so
she began to take the minutes of the meeting.
The meeting was called to order when Chairman Gomer
Pyle slammed his gavel down on the table, showering wood chips in all
directions. Immediately, the retired Chairman, Andy Taylor, suggested that the
meeting be run henceforth by President Foxworthy, knowing what an infernal mess
Gomer would make of it. Gomer said, “Gaw-lee Daddy!
That shore is a swell idea” and gave the floor to Foxworthy.
President Foxworthy presented the first order of
business; that of dealing with the archenemy of NASCAR, Boss Hogg, whose evil
forces had once tried to take control of all the billions of dollars involved
in the sport while masquerading behind the name of Francis Ferko.
Foxworthy dispatched Fife to go and bring the accused to the table. Fife
tripped over Flash on his way to the hallway, but managed not to shoot anyone,
and returned presently with Boss Hogg, someone you can be sure has never been
seen in the same room with Bruton Smith.
It didn’t take that collection of good ‘ol boys very
long to convict Hogg of whatever they thought he was guilty of, simply by
turning their thumbs down in unison. "Evidence? We don’t need no steenkin’ evidence!"
As punishment for his sins, Hogg was banished to spend all of his years
in a small county in Georgia called “Hazzard” and never again to set foot
inside a NASCAR track. Jethro Bodine asked for and received permission to drive
Hogg to Hazzard County, since he had business there anyway. That business was
the purchase of a Dodge Charger named “General Lee.” (He’d always loved that
horn that played, “Dixie.”)
Note:
That same Dodge Charger sold at a Barrett-Jackson auction in 2012 and was
purchased by golfer, Bubba Watson for $110,000. He wanted to bring it to the
pre-race parade at Phoenix, but was not allowed to do so because the car had
the crossed stars and bars that many mistakenly see as the “Rebel Flag” and
NASCAR under the old leadership, frowned on and preferred to deny its southern
roots.
Once that “redneck” version of justice was complete,
Foxworthy introduced the next order of business… that
of bringing NASCAR back to its roots.
After a flurry of conversation involving several versions of the
southern drawl, it was decided that any track west of the Mississippi or north
of the Mason-Dixon Line would be closed immediately. They would be replaced on
the schedule by venerable old southern tracks including (But not limited to)
North Wilkesboro Speedway, "The Rock", Hickory Motor Speedway, Bowman
Gray Stadium, South Boston Raceway, Myrtle Beach Raceway, Greenville-Pickens
Speedway and Nashville Fairgrounds.
It was further decided that any track that
necessitated a restrictor plate on a V-8 engine would cease to function. Such
tracks would be plowed under and used only for the purpose of growing tobacco
in memory of R.J. Reynolds and all that company did for stock car racing. After
that, the decision was made to change the configuration of any track that
closely resembled one that had been built before it, and then they passed a
resolution to ban the term, “Cookie cutter” from the Official Dictionary of
NASCAR.
At this point, the Refreshments Chairman, Jesse Duke,
passed around a quart Mason jar from which each attendee took a long swallow of
the clear liquid it held. Jesse could be heard softly intoning, “Mighty, mighty
pleasin’, Pappy’s corn squeezin’.”
Thus refreshed, the boys were ready for the next item on the agenda.
It was pointed out by President Foxworthy that without
the big tracks and with the addition of many “short tracks” that probably the
sleek, look-alike cars of the day were not what should be raced. Roscoe P.
Coltrane suggested a plan that involved help from the Governors of several
states. That proved no problem, as all of the Governors were southern and
understood the purpose. Coltrane’s plan was to have each of the Governors issue
an edict in his state that any Camaro, Mustang, Duster, Charger or other “muscle
car” that had been “up on blocks” in a front yard for more than a year would
automatically become the property of NASCAR. They called it a beautification
program.
Now NASCAR had what the good ol’ boys considered the
proper cars on the right tracks to produce great racing for the fans. The next vote taken was to sell for scrap
metal, all of the templates that made life darn near impossible for a crew
chief. Another vote proclaimed that henceforth, it would be illegal to monkey
around with a point system that had been working just fine for more than thirty
years. An addendum to that resolution declared chasing anything but the set-up
of your car… or a chicken for the supper pot… would not be tolerated, and a
Championship would once more be based on points from an entire season of
racing.
Next, they turned their attention to the concession
stands and discussed the food being sold at the elite tracks of the day. It was
unanimously decided that Sushi along with any other sort of nouveau cuisine would cease being
available within the confines of any NASCAR track, as would anything that
purported to be “low-carb.” Mandated to be carried by all vendors were at least
two varieties of pork barbeque, chilidogs, boiled peanuts, Vienna sausages,
R.C. Cola and Moon Pies.
As the final order of business, they looked at what
has become of on-track entertainment, particularly the pre-race ceremonies.
Unanimous once more, they decreed that the National Anthem, from that day
forward, would be sung only by folks
that knew both the words and the tune and used both, while keeping their right
hand over their heart as a sign of respect for flag and country.
After accomplishing all of that, Foxworthy thought
they had done a good day’s work, and made a motion to adjourn. The motion was
seconded by Chairman Pyle, who hadn’t really been there anyway. As Jesse Duke
passed around the Mason jar one more time, a knock at the door stirred the
journalist from her reverie and she opened her eyes to find herself staring at
a screen filled with the words you have just read. Of course, all that you’ve
read was just a daydream of sorts, and never really happened, but it might
leave some of us wondering why not.
Note to my Northern and Western readers… It's a joke!
Please take it as such.
Note to NACAR… You might just want to try this! (Especially
the “Beautification Program”) It would solve a multitude of problems!
Your homework assignment this week gentle readers, is
to identify the real names of the characters featured in this story. If your
memory isn’t that good or doesn’t go back that far, fear not. After 15 years, I
can’t do it all either. I’ll share with you that Jeff Foxworthy was in reality,
Mike Helton. Andy Taylor was Bill France Jr. and Gomer Pyle… well, who was CEO
back in 2004?
Time now for our Classic Country Closeout, and this
week all the Christmas songs have been packed away and we’re back to some true
Country with Johnny Russell, Jean Shepard, Mac Wiseman and Doug Kershaw. Please
enjoy…
Bonus Time: This is a well put together collection of
scenes from “Dukes of Hazzard” that just seems right in this spot:
Be well gentle readers, and remember to keep smiling.
It looks so good on you!
~PattyKay 