he didnt know much more than i did : my uncle was an artist , he was into stock car racing , his name was race . we have better locks now , but you still need to control them . she raised her voice , knowing her assistant would be close , drawn by the screams . he shifted the man 's weight , pulling him forward to protect him from attack . his hands came behind his back and his head bowed . he would have to be to drive a three-hundred-thousand dollar car . 