Old school racers weren't as cool at least they didnt get the attention of todays racing (note not my personal opinion, just a commentary on the times).
Personally old school to me (and it is subjective) was living in a mill village and seeing a race car. Even a mill hand could race back then.
Knowing where a gas station was (late 1960s and 1970s) that garaged a race car. They would run the station in the day, changing customer tires and oil, and massage the race cars at night.
Your local short track hero lived nearby, probably ran a garage and was one of the greatest masters of invention that you would ever meet.
In the 60 and 70s racing was the old textile leagues. Great and uncouthly cool. God, the limited late models in the mid 70s were turning lap times comparable to todays super late models.
I never saw that pictured # 71 nova race, but I saw many like it. Those fat tires and speed off the corners was beautiful as I anything I have ever known. The smell of raw racing gas and the rubber filled my senses, they were loud and shook the earth.
I woke up on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday thinking about Saturday night.
There was no internet, so I would write run downs down, and track the points personally just to know the complete standings.
If I could leave a thought to younger readers I would say to cherish your own old school personal history. I got to see Butch Lindley, Jack Ingram, Harry Gant, and Kulwicki while they were not as well known. But I didnt get to see Fireball and Smokey Yunich or see the real Donnie Mactavish story (one better than the tragic final event). I didnt get see Indy when the cars were most beastly.
But there will always be new moments destined to be "old school" by a younger generation. Go get em, I wish I could do it all over again.
And I had to add some pictures about the grit of Petty, all the drivers were bigger than life to me, but as a boy he was my favorite .