Dirt and gravel go flying, as sirens wail behind a speeding jet black car. Moonshine jars rattle around in the back seat, and sweat covers the drivers face. One sharp turn down a country road and suddenly… silence. The bootlegger has lost the pursuing revenuers, at least for the time being. He slowly puts his sedan back in drive and continues on his way. This was the life of a bootlegger, and this is how the story of NASCAR and Junior Johnson started.