Yeeee Hawwww

The Hill Jacks flocked to Daytona en masse’ over the last 8 days to bear witness to the “Great American Race” which is being infiltrated by a new kid on the block…Team Toyota. (Wait..what? I thought this was an AMERICAN RACE??)

After a week of suspensions brought on by illegal aerodynamic adjustments and even Jet Fuel additives found in gas tanks, the race got underway Sunday afternoon. I’ll spare you the details early on, let’s just say 40 cars made an ass load of left turns for hours on end. Some crashed into each other, the wall, etc.

When the White Flag flew someone's grampa named Mark Martin was in the lead trying to hold off a group rushing up on all sides. On the final turn he looked to his right to see Kevin Harvick pressing hard on the high side. Little did he know behind him a massive wreck was taking place. But there was no Yellow Flag...

Harvick would win the race by two one-hundredths of a second, or what the rest of the world refers to as a c-hair.

But the story of the race wasn’t Martin’s inability to hold the lead. It wasn’t Harvick’s jump from 29th to 1st in 22 laps. It wasn't NASCAR's decision to let the two drivers race it out to the finish line without a caution flag.

It was Clint Bowyer. Clint was in contention until all hell broke loose. In a final mile that resembled Days of Thunder, Bowyer ended up crossing the finish line in 18th place…skidding by on his roof with his car on fire.

Now That's RACIN'