Don't be insulted man. It's a very fond memory in my life. Although I do have knowledge of one dark episode I'm not going to discuss. It was a serious business when pop was kid. I could never get grandma to give me the recipe as I got older. It was so darn smooth in it's keg charred form. Woulda blown JD right outta the water,trust me. She really was that good. It 's a big tradition in the old timer part of my family. Them older NASCAR boys got nuthin on us. I just took what the old timers did one step further. Scared the shizz outta mom. Pop would always get mad. "damn it,woman! you're as safe with that boy at the wheel as you were in your mother's arms!". He called me a "wheel man". The original definition. He who could drive rthe wheels off anything. Scared the shizz outta him & his buddy Bobby Heindrick with pop's '78 F-150 with 3 on the tree on some Nurburgring-like road goin fishin one time. Just to prove the wheel man remark. This kind of thing goes hand in hand with shine. Not sure about brewin...
