Good Morning Whiz and Windsor,
I don't think I'll get into the contributions Carl made to the sport in the early days.
There's all kinds of information on the Internet concerning him and his legendary Chryslers; the drivers who became famous in them, and his dictorial team leadership.
I'm not trying to stir things up by the way, just trying to make a point that all this B.S. about stockcar racing being a southern sport is just that; pure B.S. and those who preach that gospel are just showing the world their own lack of knowledge.
By the way, I've seen several history articles which claim the first NASCAR sanctioned race was in Charlotte, N.C. Actually the first NASCAR sanctioned race was a modified stockcar race in Daytona.
Now, about your other accusations; my ancestors were running around this part of the country for centuries before the damn white eyes showed up and it's common knowledge that the first white men were Vikings and not the settlers in Virginia, who incidently beat the Pilgrims by quite a few years, not to mention the Spanish settlers and explorers who had settled not only in Florida, but most of the southwest over a century before that, as well as most of South America, the Caribbean Islands, and Mexico.
Just another example of the white man's ignorance, which combined with his natural arrogance makes most TRUE Americans wish the white man had stayed in the cesspool he had created in Europe. Now they've done a pretty good job of dirtying up this once beautiful country as well. Damn whiteeyes, nothing but troublemakers you know.
Not to break anybody's bubble or anything, but I don't think we can lay all the blame for the depression on Hoover; everyone knows the Fountain of Youth is merely a myth; and to which Camelot do you refer? The original story of King Arthur or to the more recent Kennedy years? They've never proven that King Arthur existed and unfortunately, Kennedy did. But I've never been able to figure out why they called his reign "Camelot". A spoiled little rich kid whose daddy bought him his office.
Unfortunately, my efforts to rid the world of that jolly old elf in the dirty, sooty, smelly red suit, along with those dern reindeer who tear up my roof every year late in December, had to be put on hold this past year. I had some surgery the week before that dreadful day, and was in no condition to get out the weapons of mass destruction, the missles and launchers, or even the old 12 gauge and climb up on the roof to wait for Mr. Claus.
You may, however, be assured that I will continue my quest to rid the world of this dreaded pest when Christmas comes around this year.
I have sworn that I will not fail again. Santa Claus and those horrible reindeer have to go!!
And people don't have to THINK I'm a miserable old man. All they have to do is ask and I'll admit it.
