When you've got enough cars turning enough laps at Sears Point, you'll eventually get sucked out Highway 37, up Highway 29 and over Highway 12 into the the Napa/Sonoma winemaking region. And if you've got a bankroll the size of Paul Bunyan's bunions burning hot enough to smelt your money clip, you might just decide to start a winery in your home state of North Carolina. And that, friends, is what Richard Childress has done. Still, it makes sense, as a career arc start off as a hardscrabble kid in a '37 Plymouth in a sport founded by moonshiners, make your bones and end up of the landed gentry, producing froufrou alcohol legally.
From Water to Wine [AutoWeek]
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