NASCAR racing, once considered no more than a regional
circuit of moonshiners pounding around low-country dirt tracks in a
cloud of red dust and cliché, has somehow become America's
fastest-growing spectator sport. With 75 million ardent fans, it is a
sports entertainment empire built at the very crossroads of pop culture,
corporate commerce, and American mythology -- a platinum-plated, V-8
hero machine.

Smart, funny, and profane, Sunday Money is
the kaleidoscopic account of a season on the NASCAR circuit. Driving
48,000 miles in a tiny motor home, Jeff MacGregor and his wife tracked
the lives of superstar drivers like Junior Earnhardt and Tony Stewart,
their crews, and their fans across the grinding reach of a 40-week
season.

More than just a behind-the-scenes chronicle of America's
loudest pastime, Sunday Money is the story of a hundred
stories, of red states and blue, of splendid Rebels and Yankee hotshoes.
It is a brilliant snapshot of American culture -- of race, religion,
class, sex, money, and fame -- taken from the window of a moving
car.