Back in the day my husband, his BFF and their BFF#2 had dirt stock cars. AFAIK the only license my husband had was his driving license.
Their first car was a Torino they modified. The next car was one they built from the chassis up.
With the Torino he won his first 3 hot laps but always lost the real races. I asked him why he faded away and he finally admitted his arms were just too tired by the end of the race. I inquired if there was a leak or something with the power steering (I don’t know much about cars). Turns out there was a problem which, after being fixed, lead to a few checkered flags.
The next car body was “gifted” to (sold at a minimum) them from his ex-FIL who also raced (top class/open wheel modified vs stock car). They also were able to get NASCAR stuff through the ex-FIL so enjoyed a few wins.
The team was DH, his BFF and their BFF (now and then during the week but always at the pit) and occasional help from other guys who would stop by their 2 car garage. They had everything stuffed into that garage plus a '68 drag mustang (which the BFF still owns). My role was to sit around reading books, hand a tool now and then and to be the designated driver on the all night work-a-thons which involved them drinking copious amounts of keg beer.
They were sponsored by the neighborhood bar and a few tool places. But otherwise they started out as 2 young bachelors who preferred spending their money on cars. They did drag racing for a couple of years, off road buggying and then switched to dirt circle racing. They stopped racing when we had 2 kids and needed a new house (landlord was selling it). We ended up moving 50 miles away from the BFF. 2 years later he moved 10 miles away from us, put up a pole building and they were back in the car tinkering business.
They have more tools than any normal garage because they do it all: body work, wiring, engine building and tire fixing, … but only for our personal vehicles. Plus the home fixing tools. They own everything 50/50. Whoever dies first the other gets the stuff. I already warned them if I am the last one standing I’ll be throwing a garage sale with everything marked $.50 which, considering the rarity of some of their stuff and the cost they have sunk over the last 30 years… they laugh.
Their motto has always been “He who dies with the most toys, wins!” They have a lot of toys. Dune buggies, mini bikes, antique tractors are their thing now. The need for speed subsided but they both have oil in their veins and dirt in their noses.