It was horrifying. One side looks like she'd been drug behind a car. The other side looks like multiple stab wounds.

Then we'd get behind them and drive them up a valley. Then we'd stab a pig, it would cry, and then we'd roast it and eat it.

We had enough race car, just not enough time. We might have been able to make a stab at the 38 [Sadler] there. We just didn't have enough laps.

And this car was sitting along side the road. So, we went in and asked the lady behind the counter if this was one of the real Blues-mobiles. She said yes, that her and her husband owned it, and she had driven it to work that day.

This is horrifying conduct. No matter what side of the aisle you sit on.

I replaced the headlights in my car with strobe lights, so it looks like I'm the only one moving.