Yee-haw, honey! NASCAR romance fiction gets rear-ended...

[onager]

:rofl:

In an exciting American cultural development - a couple of years ago, the Harlequin conglomerate unleashed a new genre - NASCAR romance novels.

No, I'm not making that up.

The posters over at Jalopnik.com are having a lot of fun with the concept. You can also see a selection of the book covers:

Whoops! You forgot to include the covers with African-American people. Or Asians. Or Jews. Or Hispanics. Or Catholics. Or Democrats.

There might be a couple gay guys in there though. Just don't tell their wives.

The fun really started when the Jalopniks started writing their own versions:

In the past, Sue-Ann would throw up a caution flag when Billy gave her the eye, but not today. Maybe it was the cube of Busch Light, or perhaps it was the fact that her 7 kids were over at her momma's, but she was hotter than Georgia asphalt, and for once, a wet track wasn't a bad thing. Billy read the signals clearly, and like a perfectly executed pit stop, he was in and out in under 12 seconds. God, she loved that man.

Have fun!

http://deadspin.com/5465294/tailpipe-your-smutty-nascar...

(Some grumps will probably complain that this makes fun of the South. FTS. I was raised in South Carolina and thought it was hilarious.)

[Mopar151]

1. Gotta tell ya

There are some real drama queens out there dustin' the trophies.(And polluting the message boards!) And there some awesome ladies out there, too - who can turn wrenches, drive anything, and feed a crew of 12 on the cheap.
One of my dad's cronies was a jalopy (later modified) racer named "Stroker". His wife had a voice like Selma Diamond after 4 packs of Camels - and she made the best homemade donuts you ever ate. Great lady.