Voice of Vito: 2007 the Worst NASCAR Season Ever
I may be in the minority here (my heritage notwithstanding), but for many reasons, to me this season has been one of the worst in … Continue Reading
Vito is one of the longest-tenured writers at Frontstretch, joining the staff in 2007. He’s been a contributor to several other outlets, including Athlon Sports and Popular Speed in addition to making radio appearances and podcast appearnces here on Stock Car Scoop and Happy Hour. He forever has a soft-spot in his heart for old Mopars, late model Fords, and is generally a warehouse of useless automotive information.
I may be in the minority here (my heritage notwithstanding), but for many reasons, to me this season has been one of the worst in … Continue Reading
Curtis Turner started out driving well before he was old enough to get a driver’s license. Turner worked to export the local product: moonshine.
“NASCAR’s Car of Tomorrow sucks.” No, that’s not Kyle Busch‘s quote. It’s not even Tony Stewart‘s. It’s mine. I hate the CoT. I physically hate … Continue Reading
Come Sunday, it’s playoff time in the world of NASCAR… and what would playoffs be without predictions? All of us here at Frontstretch got together … Continue Reading
Fireball Roberts was one of the greatest drivers in NASCAR history to never win a championship.
Heading into the first race of the Chase, Truex sits sixth in points; the seeding system NASCAR has instituted for 2007 has him 50 points out of the lead.
William Caleb Yarborough was born the son of a tobacco farmer on March 27, 1939, just outside of Darlington, S.C.
With only one race remaining before the start of NASCAR’s 2007 Chase for the Nextel Cup, the race for 12th place has all been but … Continue Reading
Coo Coo Marlin’s career began almost by accident. His brother Jack campaigned a car at Hohenwald Speedway in Tennessee, but didn’t show up one night.
Looking back at the history of NASCAR, it’s not a big secret that the roots of the sport lie squarely in the Southeast. With the … Continue Reading