Just a couple of thoughts for everyone this morning. Without wanting to start any arguements or offend anyone:
If you folks take a look at the history of NASCAR going back to its earliest days, you will find a whole bunch of racetracks which are now nearly forgotten memories.
Those tracks too, were very much a part of the growth and history of the series.
Those tracks also saw some great racing in their glory days.
BUT...
All the talk, moaning, mourning, crying, wailing and wringing of hands has not brought a single one of them back to life.
Can't we let North Wilkesboro rest in peace?
Be thankful that you were able to enjoy the shows which it gave you; never let those memories fade as they are what future generations will look to as history; but please accept the reality of the situation and let the old girl take her place in that history gracefully.
On another note:
I find it rather interesting that while in its earliest seasons, Grand National/Winston Cup grew into a true national series and then during the 1960's and on into the 70's withdrew into the southeastern region of the country and not until the mid 1990's was there much of an attempt to become a truly national series again.
The current schedule is nothing compared to what the early years saw. Over fifty races a year was common and the series ran 62 shows in 1964. As late as 1971 there were 48 events on the schedule.
Of course those early competitors usually had just one car which they brought to every track, they might have one or two crewmen who rode along in the cab of the ramptruck or pickup; no shiny half a million dollar haulers back then, no 50-100 mechanics, engineers, sponsors, wives, relatives, or girlfriends tagging along.
(Well, there may have been a girlfriend or two, but never at the same show as the wife.)
A really well financed team might have a van bodied truck to pull an open trailer with and even have two cars, one for superspeedways and one for all the others.
If you didn't make the show, you just might lose a few pounds between now and the next one.
Whatever money you had went into getting the car to that next track, whereever it was, and working like the devil to make that one so that you could hopefully afford a hot dog or two, maybe even a hamburger, fries, and a coke.
Hey, on a good week, you might even be able to spring for a six-pack of Rhiengold or Black Label and celebrate.
If you had a good season, there might even be a few dollars left over to freshen up the car so you could repeat the same foolishness all over again next year.
I can't speak for the fans, but for me racing was a lot more enjoyable then.
Maybe something has been lost along the way to all the fame, fortune and glory?
OR...
Perhaps we tend to overlook all the bad things and just remember the good stuff?
OR...
Maybe I'm just getting too doggone old and cantankerous or something like that?