These days it is great to be a car guy. If you happen to be a one of us completely misunderstood fanatics of the smokin’ rubber than chances are you’ve noticed the serious muscle coming out of the Big 3.
On April 19, 1942, a legend was born—a man of spirit, endurance, and most of all, excellence. This man was a true expert, one who knew how to excel in a range of skillsets within his niche of racing. This man was Jack Ernest Roush.
On the third Saturday of August each year, a grand occurrence takes place throughout Southwest Detroit. Marked by the screeching tires, honking horns, and joyful exclamations of onlookers, the city booms with a new vibrancy.