One subject that I know will always be brought up when I head to Bristol, especially in the springtime, is that huge crash I had. It was in the infinity race, April 7th, 1990. I came off turn two, I caught a bump by Robert Presley into the wall. I went, well, part of the wall, I hit the guardrail, the guardrail gave way, I hit the end of the concrete wall, in the car. It just blew up. There's no other way to describe it. People in the stands, my friends down on pit road, they just thought they saw a Michael Waltzrup get killed. There was no way anybody could survive a crash that looked like that. But somehow they killed the sheep metal away. My feet were on the ground. There was no floorboard under me. The steering wheel was off to the right somewhere. I was just sitting there. Nothing in front of me. The car had just torn into pieces. I was fine. I was sitting there looking up people thinking, why are you also concerned? I feel fine. I later saw the video and understood they're concerned. But I'll tell you a side note on that. This is the best part. I'm in the infield care center and Dillon Hart comes in and he said, man, you're one tough sum of bitch. I'll tell you that. That was incredible. Dillon was the toughest guy there was. So when everybody would come in to see how I was doing, I said, I'm fine. Dillon Hart thinks I'm tough. What do you think about that? I thought that was pretty special. And when they came to interview me, I wasn't quite as sophisticated back then as I am now. I came out of the infield care center and the reporters grabbed me and you have to listen to what I said. I think I'm all right. I've got some contusions and a little bit of confusion, but that's probably not too unusual. We all got a pretty good laugh out of that. But I was really concerned about the Kool-Aid man. I was driving the Kool-Aid car and man was he a mess.