I agree alberto, but I have to say this can be too much fun not to participate. Plenty of things happened in this old garage. Back in the early 1842, Ma and Pa Johnson settled in this new territory. Pa Johnson was a chicken farmer and built a chicken coope to beat all chicken coops with this new found thing from the mother country called chicken wire, he made the first known chicken coope of it's kind, on this very site. Ma And Pa had a son , and his name was Jethro. Now Jethro in his growin years had about all he could take cleaning up after chickens. Ya might say He hated them, but being the good boy he was, he waited until Ma and Pa passed before he got rid of his inheritance of 575 chickens and the chicken coope Pa worked so hard on. He sold it for $35 in 1903 to his cousin Jeff Johnson, A blacksmith by trade. and bought himself a saloon in town and drank the rest of his life away. But Jeff needed a better place to do his blacksmithing so he tore down the chicken wire fencing and began to remodel the coope for blacksmithing purposes. He even made the hinges that are still on that garage today. Jeff got kicked in the head by a horse he was shoeing, so the property was giving to his younger brother, Robert Glenn Johnson who was a mechanic on these new fangled automobiles running all over the countryside. Robert knew alittle about shoeing horses but figured the automobile would make the horses obsolete. The real money was gonna be working on cars. On June 28th 1931 His pregnant wife came running through the left carriage door of the shop screaming her water broke and the baby was coming!. With a mid wife and Robert by her side, she gave birth to Jr. Johnson on the running boards of a 1928 chevrolet ( seems those old chevrolets were always in the shop for repair) Well Jr grew up working on old cars with his dad in this shop and since they had to work on so many chevy's he learned how to hop them up, so the coppers couldn't catch him running moonshine for his cousin who got the saloon, now called a bar. More and more hop up parts , shine running, lead to street racing. Well , now old Sherriff Andy Taylor said he don't want no more racing these old jalopies in his town of Mayberry and if Jr. wanted to race.. him and his hoodlum friends should take it out to that old Allison Farm in the next county ,and run in the field. Well long story short that there garage was the birthplace of what we know now as NASCAR
note: the previous story is truly fictional... Any resemblence to any real persons in this story are purely coincidental.
