Earnhardt has “had enough” with frustrating year

I've had enough too. Of NASCAR and what it's become. I just can't watch anymore, and I've been doing it for 30 years. I've got better things to do than spend 5 hours sleeping in front of the TV. It used to be fun and exciting, when characters with personality ran races, when big cars driving 200 mph could bang fenders without destroying each other's chances, when each race mattered but did not mean the difference between a champion and an also-ran, when innovation was encouraged instead of regulated out.

RACING: Sliding sideways around the corner, leaving a cloudy trail of bias-ply rubber in their wake, maybe bumping into each other yet somehow maintaining control. RACING: A car spins coming out of turn 2, but miraculously there is no yellow flag. Better get moving, the field's gonna lap you. RACING: Introducing an X-pipe exhaust when nobody else has thought of it, and it's somehow within the scope of the rules. Thinking should not be illegal. RACING: When independent owners could go to Daytona with a shot at actually winning. That, my friends, was the reason for the dual qualification races, it's not an exhibition. RACING: 220 mph in a Thunderbird. Dangerous? Oh yes. To quote the Intimidator, "Don’t come here and grumble about going too fast. — Put a kerosene rag around your ankles so the ants won’t climb up there and eat that candy ass."

Eliminate the chase. 10 bonus points for winning a race. 2-car maximum per owner, with thorough oversight to discourage ghost owners with hidden affiliations. 115-inch wheelbase. Radials at tracks 2-miles or longer, bias-ply everywhere else. Fewer templates, that thing you're driving looks nothing like what's in my garage. No restrictor plates, reduce the displacement if you need to.

Let's go racing.

Bye NASCAR, I'm going to go watch some racing at Irwindale and Redwood Acres.