We painted it all by ourselves, one of his posse says. In lap 61 of the Touchstone Energy 300, cars get tangled up coming out of Turn 2. The smell of smoking tires and burning oil fills the air. Wreck, wreck, wreck, wreck, screams Randy Newman as he leaps from his chair in the back of his black pickup truck. Newman and his group of friends aren t ashamed to admit they aren t worried about the driver.
Wrecks are just a part of the race that adds a bit of excitement to the endless motion.
There not going to get hurt, not in them cars, his buddy calls. Lowery, Lee and Adams dash onto the track in the red dually fire truck. After clearing the track of all the debris, Lowery s crew is back in position and the green flag drops for more racing. The sun beats hard on the faces. Red skin is prevalent and unnoticed by the scorched.