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Richard Hernandez

Man, NASCAR Just Ain’t What It Used to Be

As a Texas boy born in the ’80s, I basically grew up with NASCAR. Back in the ’90s and 2000s, Sundays meant the whole family crowded around the TV, crushing wings and hollering at Dale Earnhardt or Jeff Gordon tearing it up. That was life down here — NASCAR was our damn religion. These days? I still catch a race now and then, but I’d be lying if I said I was as into it. The sport’s just changed too much. The playoffs, stage racing… feels like a made-for-TV circus instead of who’s the fastest out there. And those Next Gen cars? Hell, they all look the same to me — no more Ford vs Chevy vs Dodge blood feuds. Don’t even get me started on the drivers. Used to be full of hotheads who’d slam a helmet or throw fists. Now it’s all sponsor talk and “media ready” sound bites. Still, when Daytona or Talladega rolls around, I crack a beer and get that same old adrenaline rush. Guess some habits die hard. Even if I grumble, it’s still our sport. Just not the one we grew up with. #NASCAR #Throwback #TexasLife #RacingDrama

Man, NASCAR Just Ain’t What It Used to Be
sgarcia

Used to live on Messenger as a teen. Now married to a fellow introvert

People whose social life used to revolve around Messenger — what’s it like now? I’m 32 now. Back in the day, I’d come home from school, log into MSN Messenger, and that was my social life. Chatting late into the night, customizing away messages, waiting for my crush to come online… those were the days. Now? I’m married to another introvert. We’ve got two kids who take up most of our time and energy. We see family on holidays and birthdays, but otherwise my social life is two friends I send memes to and maybe meet up with once every few months. No big friend groups, no constant plans, no FOMO. Just quiet, simple, and low-pressure — and honestly, I love it. It’s funny how staying in touch used to mean hours online. Now it’s a “lol” reaction to an Instagram story, and that feels like enough. Anyone else relate? #IntrovertLife #FamilyFirst #Throwback #SocialMedia

Used to live on Messenger as a teen. Now married to a fellow introvert
Rodney Sellers

Fireworks in the sky, fireworks on the track. That was Independence Day to me.

There’s just something about the Fourth of July that doesn’t quite hit the same without stock cars thundering under the lights at Daytona. I still remember grilling out with my old man in the driveway, coolers packed, TV dragged outside so we could watch the Coke Zero 400 under the stars. Those were the nights you half-watched the race and half-waited for The Big One. The sun dipped, the lights came on, and suddenly 40 machines were slicing through humid Florida air like missiles. Then came that sweet chaos — bump drafting gone wrong, sheet metal flying, everyone on their feet. And after the checkers? You’d get that massive fireworks show over the tri-oval. It was like NASCAR’s way of saying, “Happy birthday, America.” I get that times change. Chicago’s cool and all, but deep down, I still miss the roars echoing off those Daytona grandstands on a sticky July night. Some memories just hit different. #NASCAR #Daytona500 #Throwback #IndependenceDay #RacingMemories #Nostalgia

Fireworks in the sky, fireworks on the track. That was Independence Day to me.Fireworks in the sky, fireworks on the track. That was Independence Day to me.
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