 When I hit the ground, I was making tracks, and they were just taking my car down off the jack. I threw the man a 50, jumped in, fired that booger up. Old Dale Earnhardt would have sure been proud of the way I was moving when I passed that crowd coming out that door headed toward me in a trot. Well, I knew I should have gone ahead and run, but somehow I just couldn't resist the fun of chasing them all just once around the parking lot.