Saturday nights at the short-track in nearby Newport were common, but every now and then, my dad and his buds would take off for Bristol (Tennessee) or Charlotte (North Carolina) or Darlington (South Carolina) -- to see those hard drivin' boys push their machines to the max around that track, to cheer on their favorites. My dad was a Ford man. The drivers sometimes changed cars faster than their pit crews could change tires, but my dad's loyalty never wavered. In those days, it was Ford all the way.
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