It was way past Bennett's bedtime though, so I took him home about halfway through it. Matt stayed for the whole thing and called not even ten minutes after we left to tell me that one of the cars had caught on fire. I was so mad I missed it, but we will be back to witness even more redneck carnage later!
The roar of thirteen ghetto engines revving up can get pretty loud, so ear protection was required for all. Meet the new crew chief!


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