Wow! I won't even begin to argue with any of these, they are all valid to a point. I'll only say that NASCAR, like every other sport in the world has/had to change to meet an ever changing de
mand from the watching public. I can almost guarantee you most of today's drivers/car owners would much prefer a good, hard Saturday night of short track racing on dirt or asphalt, or cinders, or most any surface one can race on. But time moves on....... some of us move with it ...... some of us don't. There are more reasons for me to dislike NASCAR today than there are things to like, but I still enjoy watching the show.
You see, my dad was a charter member of NASCAR, albeit not a continuing active member. He actually ran with a group of what was known at the time as an 'outlaw' group of racers who traveled up and down the east coast from Hialieha, Fl to Ft Erie Canada twice a year and hit all the money races along the way. Most of them never thought NASCAR would be long lived and didn't support it to the utmost.
I was born into it and basically cut my teeth on a 1/2" wrench playing in the pits of some/most of those tracks. And in later years (early 70's-80's on and off) I even raced a little bit on some of the old short tracks he had raced on in earlier years (1940's-50's). He actually raced on the old beach/road course at Daytona in 1949 or 50, and over the next couple years at a few NASCAR events.
He and my bio-mom divorced in 1949 when I was about 2+ and he married my step mom in 1952. On weekends when he had me with him, my step mom would take me into the pits while he was racing to play with other kids. Or hold on to me in the stands when he was racing at some of the closer local tracks. She would always buy me one of the little cheap track checkered flags on a stick, and I would wave my daddy by it and I made every lap he made. When he won, she would carry me down to the fence and hand me over to the starter or flag man who would then hand me in through the driver's window of my dad's car and I would 'help' him hold the checkered flag out the window for his victory lap. Things were way different back then than now.
He made my step-mom a promise to quit the racing if/when they got pregnant. Well, that happened in late 1954 and while he didn't quite keep those words to quit when they got pregnant, the night in 1955 my twin half sisters were born and he saw them, he left the hospital and sold his race car that very night and never got into another one as long as he lived. He passed away just a couple years ago now and I miss the times he and I would sit by the TV and watch every race we could and he would tell me old stories about he and his buddies flat towing their cars up and down the coast and stopping wherever there was a short track hosting any event that paid, what back then they considered, "big money".
So yep, NASCAR probably leaves more to be desired for me than most of you. And yep, I much prefer short track racing and haven't missed many over the years as a spectator. But in my world, NASCAR is still pretty important.