Here are the points after Charlotte. Read'em and weep or cheer depending on where your driver stands.
1. Martin Truex Jr.: 3,106
2. Kyle Larson: 3,072
3. Kevin Harvick: 3,069
4. Chase Elliott: 3,059
5. Denny Hamlin: 3,056
6. Kyle Busch: 3,055
7. Jimmie Johnson: 3,051
8. Jamie McMurray: 3,044
9. Matt Kenseth: 3,043
10. Brad Keselowski: 3,042
Is anyone surprised to see any of these names in the top ten?
I'm beginning to think I should bow out for the rest of the year. I seem to be a jinx to the drivers I root for. There were Jimmie and Kyle L, both running near the front, when suddenly the pit stop before last (I think it was) went haywire and sent them back to the middle of the pack without enough time to recover. At least, Chase Elliott did well.
And even though I'm sick of watching him win, I have to give major kudos to Martin Truex, Jr. who was not in his usual dominant position from start to finish but managed to make it to the front by the end.
Poor Kyle Busch. Just goes to show you what one screwed up race can do. And speaking of screwed up races, next week is Talladega. I imagine that has most of the teams avoiding black cats, hunting frantically for four leaf clovers and rubbing all the fur off their lucky rabbit's feet.
I read an interesting article Paul Newberry, of AP Sports, wrote and I think he may be on to something. Newberry says he believes a big part of the reason NASCAR has lost fans is that Americans are just not as into cars as we used to be.
I'm 71 and I know that to be true. When I was young, every boy's dream (and some girls too) was his first car. Of course, they all hoped for something sporty but even if it was only a clunky old 1953 Buick, they babied it and kept it polished to a high shine. They worked on it in their garage at home.
Cars were the thing. When I was a sophomore in Tipton, Indiana, our main source of entertainment was "riding around" (we didn't call it cruising then). If you had to, you went with your girlfriends but if an older car god like Doss Dulworth pulled over beside you and invited you into his candy apple red Ford with the fins and the bubble skirts, that was the most prestigious thing that could ever happen to 15-year-olds in Tipton.
My own first car was a 1955 Ford Victoria, pink and white. I loved that car, whose name was Poochie, because it represented freedom. (With me, loving a car did not necessarily mean keeping it clean).
In fact, I've had several cars I loved - a 1964 1/2 red Mustang, a 1968 red Chevelle Super Sport that had been customized for drag racing. a blue Mercury Marquis I called the Dutchess. She looked so proper and elegant but she had a 427 engine. She shocked the hell out of sports car drivers who pulled up beside me at the red light. When we both stomped the gas, the Dutchess won going away.
Then came the beautiful muscle cars - Dodge Chargers in turquoise and yellow and lime green. Camaros and Mustangs and Trans Ams and of course, Corvettes. My husband had a Corvette he called the Gray Ghost. Of course, men never outgrew their love of cars. Older more stable men simply had different desires. They wanted Cadillacs or Lincoln Continentals.
During my son's era, it seemed like most males wanted pick up trucks that got about 3 miles per gallon of gas.
You could always tell cars apart in my youth. They were all different and unique in their own way. That's not the case so much anymore. I can't tell what model most cars are by looking. I see the commercials for the luxury cars like Infinitis and Mercedes and BMWs and they all look pretty much the same. And there are fewer colors to choose from. About every third car is gray.
And now everyone wants an SUV. I'm sorry but there's absolutely no pizazz to an SUV.
We don't really glamorize cars the way we used to and NASCAR racecars aren't anything like street cars even if they have the same names. Boys who aren't trained can't work on their own cars anymore. They've gotten too complex and we depend on highly paid specialists now.
Bunker Hill Raceway was our hangout when we were young but their audiences and participants have gone down hill too for the same reasons.
Those were the "good old days" but they're long gone and I don't think they are ever coming back. .