The Good Old Boys are never going to let you win a NASCAR race.
You managed to land one pole all year, and nothing close ever came of it. Just mid-pack starts and mid-pack results.
Ricky is doing a bit better, so he will get Rookie of the Year, dag-nab-it.
Your purses hit about $100,000 per race – or even lower.
I have no idea how much that breaks down to in YOUR purse after paying off crew, parts, transportation, fees, licenses, what-have-you. It can’t be very much.
I’m sure you make a comfortable living from non-NASCAR sponsors. I’m POSITIVE reality shows, and magazines, and such are chomping at the bit to get an “exclusive.” Maybe even a movie or two. (Please, darlin’ keep it clean. Please.)
I’m sorry. I know it is your first love, but it just can’t be any fun going around in circles, and going around in circles, and going around in circles, and going around in circles.
And I don’t mean just the track.
Luv ya to death, but what do you think m’dear?