All that alcohol that the spectators (and drivers) were drinking during that era had to come from somewhere! Does anyone think there weren’t copious amounts of alcohol being consumed while those drivers were doing some truly crazy driving during those years?
I know my Dad and uncles would slip away for a bit and come back with a Mason jar that they would sip on for the evening. The entire crowd would get crazier and louder as the evening wore on.
Build a chapel over the site of the Holy Still.
Or maybe a basilica.
I’ve heard that NC is the moonshine capital of the world. Back in the day I had a buddy bring by a case from there every Christmas when he came home to see his momma. Popcorn Sutton recipe. 2 bubble shake test. Yowee!
Having been raised in the Carolinas’ and been heavily into NASCAR back when it was actually watchable, I submit that I’d have been more surprised if there HADN’T been one. 😏
Maybe the cars ran on it.
It was right next to Junior Johnson’s pit area.
This thread needs samples!!
Where’s Jerry Rivers?
Apropos...........
Should have kept it quiet. Under this regime, Garland is likely to send the BATF in to seize the property for tax liability on the suspected likker.
Better call Geraldo!
I grew up in a house that was built in 1917. There was a liquor chamber in the basement that was only accessible through a trap door from the 1st floor.
The sign said that racetrack was built in 1947.
Prohibition was repealed in 1933. Something seems amiss about this story of bootlegging!🤨
Hail yes...
Fascinating!
Not just North Carolina. Back in the late 60’s while working for a paper company with 2 million acres across North Alabama and North Georgia, we were told that if we ever come across a still, to just keep on walking and be quite about it. The company was afraid of intentionally set fires if a shiner ever got turned in. One day while me and another fellow were checking on company lands in St Clair County, Alabama, we “accidentally” walked up on a working still with smoke coming up out of the stove pipe. We were about 30 feet from the still before we saw it. It was a frightening experience. We could have been shot and thrown in one of the many coal mining holes scattered across North Alabama, and no one would of ever found us. We immediately stopped talking, and kept on walking. Never told anyone about it.
Also, had a paper company friend who grew up in Baker County (North Florida) Florida, who had lots of stories to tell about the many North Florida moonshine stills that were still in operation in Baker County into the 70’s. He talked about seeing Greyhound busses with all the seats removed, traveling down deep woods graded roads, which would be filled with shine and driven down to Miami.
When I was a child in Nashville (50s) I always wondered why my cousins street Ford (he was a stock car racer) sat so high in the back but sometimes it didn’t.
What did Bruton Smith know...and when did he know it?