In the relatively short time that I have been writing NASCAR columns, the landscape of the world of NASCAR has changed in many different ways.

When I had just been bitten by the racing bug, Tony Stewart hadn’t yet won his first Cup race at Richmond, Dale Earnhardt was still a threat to a rear bumper, and Jerry Nadeau was switching from the No. 9 Cartoon Network Ford to the No. 36 M&M’s Pontiac. Rockingham was still on the schedule, no races were south of the border, and most tracks had concrete walls all the way around. Rusty Wallace, Jimmy Spencer, and D.W. were still doing their talking on the track, and Allen Bestwick was skillfully reigning in the zaniness of his three professional drivers on INC on Monday nights. I watched John Kernan five nights a week on RPM2nite not only to get all of my racing news dabbled with well-timed humor, but to check out the wild ties he liked to wear.

Following a triumphant victory, the winning driver jumped up on his roof and leaped up and down in pure joy. He was able to shower his teammates with sweet liquids quite thoroughly from that vantage point, and it made for terrific photographs.

Mike Helton was freshly installed as the President of NASCAR, and he took up more space than he does presently. Dr. Jerry Punch was a familiar face and voice during races. Shortly after I began watching every race, TNN began broadcasting them, and ‘NASCAR Thunder’ stores opened around the country. Dr. Punch has come back around again, but TNN and the ‘Thunder’ stores are all gone.

When I started watching the qualifying with as much interest as the races, it was quite simple to figure out the line up. Now there are guaranteed spots for some, and occasionally even if you get the pole position you can still end up not racing and going home.

Now I must deal with the concept of Dale Earnhardt Jr. in a new car with a new sponsor. This particular driver has been so associated with the fire engine red color and No. 8 on his door, that a commercial was made a while back mocking the whole thing. I can still recall with clarity in the ad Jr. at the podium, grinning slyly, and saying, “… I’m going to stick with ‘8’”. In the dollar stores that I love to cruise through, even if you can’t find anything else NASCAR-related, you can usually still find a red No. 8 Pez candy dispenser, or a Budweiser No. 8 deck of cards. Now even those items will be historical mementos, not present-day memorabilia.

I have not even mentioned the COT, or all the debates about pre-race drug and alcohol screenings. Or hip-hop music, reinvented rock classics like ‘Born to be Wild’, and the presence of such characters as Ricky Rackman and Rutledge Wood on pre-race shows. It boggles the brain.

I am not complaining, I am just expressing that sometimes it is hard to keep up. All of this is in a world of racing, after all. I just need to learn to follow faster.