"Final lap, final corner!" The announcer came over the Public Address
system, "Who's... Oh my! They are going after the lead three wide! Oh, no!
Hedrick slides into Goddard, they are spinning while Hanly is going for the
win!"
The second announcer came on, "Goddard and Hedrick have hit the inside wall and their race is over, that is Goddard's third DNF this season. This is Hedrick's fourth."
Before NASCAR Dash officials could get over to David Goddard's Cougar, he was already at Jim Hedrick's car, waiting for him to get out. This was the third time Hedrick had caused David to be crashed out of a race. As soon as Hedrick got out of his Sunfire, David immediately grabbed him by the collar of his race suit, picked him up, and started yelling, "What the Hell were you thinkin', dumb ass? You could have not only wrecked all three of us, but, also killed us! Why the Hell is some, 'ey!" The officials grabbed David and pulled him off of Hedrick, some more officials kept Hedrick away from David.
"Attention in the garage, David Goddard, Tim Goodwill, and Thomas Keniply are to report to the NASCAR Trailer, immediately," the PA echoed. They all walked straight there. The big red trailer as it was called, this is where matters were discussed if you were found doing something wrong. There was rarely a good reason you were to report to it. The first there was David, driver of the 98 Townsend Auto Group Mercury Cougar. Next to arrive was Thomas Keniply, owner of the 98 and 23 Mercury Cougars as well as Keniply Auto Racing, then, finally, Tim Goodwill, Crew Chief of David's car. They all knew why they were sent there, they all also knew it wasn't going to be good, either. This was the second time that all of them were to report to the trailer for this same reason. When they came out, David was nearly as white as a ghost, "I... I can't believe it!"
"We are suspending you for 9 races due to actions detrimental to Stock Car racing," Tim echoed the official's ruling.
Thomas was also just as shocked, "That's just not right, but we can't argue it. I'm sorry David."
"Watch that bastard not get anythin'," David spat.
"Well, that might not totally be so, but, if he does, it's going to be lighter than what you got. I can be sure of that," Thomas tried to calm David down.
"He damn near got me killed! And it ain't the first damn time!" It wasn't working.
"We know, David," Tim began to try, "We saw what that idiot did. He hit the apron and slammed into you. We all know how stupid of a move it was, and we also know it hasn't been the first time you two have tangled."
"He hit me on the last lap, last frickin' corner, I would have won if that idiot hadn't tried to go three wide in that corner. He knew better than that but the asshole did it anyhow." David got even worse.
They all gave up and just decided to let him cool down for a while. It wouldn't take as long. David began to walk on his own, "This is probably going to screw up my entire career, I'm sure the FIA board would love a driver that got in a fight with another driver and was then suspended for 9 races." He then walked over to his trailer and changed out of his race suit to a t-shirt with the Keniply Auto Racing logo on the front, some blue jeans and he kept his driving shoes on. David then began walking some more, hands in his pockets and head slightly hung down. "Why am I blamin' that idiot? It was more my fault than anythin' else. I am the one who lost his composure and went after the guy. I'm the only one who should be takin' the blame," he thought to himself, then sighed. "Wonder what Tom is gonna to do with me? I can't race for nine straight races, heh, what am I gonna to do? I'm out of a job for nine races. Not t' mention that NASCAR is going t' have stipulations on me for the rest of the season, no matter what series I enter," David talked to himself, an odd habit he has every so often when his nerves are unwinding.
"You could always enter another type of racing all together," A man behind David stated.
"Who are you?" David asked.
"Aguri Kaneishi, owner of Team Gouka," he answered, "I own a car in the Japan Grand Touring Championship, the 33 Tein Nismo Fairlady Z in the GT500 class."
David gave him an odd look, "Why would you want me in a car of that high of class? Wouldn't you want me in the GT300 t' start?"
Aguri said, "You wouldn't be the only one driving the car. My son, Momiji Kaneishi, would also be driving it. We change drivers in this series, don't forget that."
"Oh yeah, almost forgot," David stated, "But, still, why on earth would you want me t' drive your car? I'm not the greatest driver in the world, today should have proven that."
"You are better than you are letting yourself believe," Aguri started, "You came from 40th because of that engine change and went on to almost win the race. A few weeks ago, you came from 5th and went on to win the race 2 seconds ahead of Hanly who was in second. Hanly was the best driver I've known in this series until you came along last year. Last year, you took a team that had nothing and made them into what they are right now. You just are a little 'hotheaded,' as Americans say." David couldn't believe what he was hearing, no one ever told him of everything he's done.
"I always thought that it was Keniply that brought our team around, not me," he stated, "No one ever told me otherwise," he looked at the ground, then looked at Aguri, "When and where do you want me to report?"
Aguri smiled, "I want you to be at the airport by 9 a.m. tomorrow morning, we will have a long flight from Atlanta. Only bring what you have now, you can get new clothes when we arrive at Tokyo."
The second announcer came on, "Goddard and Hedrick have hit the inside wall and their race is over, that is Goddard's third DNF this season. This is Hedrick's fourth."
Before NASCAR Dash officials could get over to David Goddard's Cougar, he was already at Jim Hedrick's car, waiting for him to get out. This was the third time Hedrick had caused David to be crashed out of a race. As soon as Hedrick got out of his Sunfire, David immediately grabbed him by the collar of his race suit, picked him up, and started yelling, "What the Hell were you thinkin', dumb ass? You could have not only wrecked all three of us, but, also killed us! Why the Hell is some, 'ey!" The officials grabbed David and pulled him off of Hedrick, some more officials kept Hedrick away from David.
"Attention in the garage, David Goddard, Tim Goodwill, and Thomas Keniply are to report to the NASCAR Trailer, immediately," the PA echoed. They all walked straight there. The big red trailer as it was called, this is where matters were discussed if you were found doing something wrong. There was rarely a good reason you were to report to it. The first there was David, driver of the 98 Townsend Auto Group Mercury Cougar. Next to arrive was Thomas Keniply, owner of the 98 and 23 Mercury Cougars as well as Keniply Auto Racing, then, finally, Tim Goodwill, Crew Chief of David's car. They all knew why they were sent there, they all also knew it wasn't going to be good, either. This was the second time that all of them were to report to the trailer for this same reason. When they came out, David was nearly as white as a ghost, "I... I can't believe it!"
"We are suspending you for 9 races due to actions detrimental to Stock Car racing," Tim echoed the official's ruling.
Thomas was also just as shocked, "That's just not right, but we can't argue it. I'm sorry David."
"Watch that bastard not get anythin'," David spat.
"Well, that might not totally be so, but, if he does, it's going to be lighter than what you got. I can be sure of that," Thomas tried to calm David down.
"He damn near got me killed! And it ain't the first damn time!" It wasn't working.
"We know, David," Tim began to try, "We saw what that idiot did. He hit the apron and slammed into you. We all know how stupid of a move it was, and we also know it hasn't been the first time you two have tangled."
"He hit me on the last lap, last frickin' corner, I would have won if that idiot hadn't tried to go three wide in that corner. He knew better than that but the asshole did it anyhow." David got even worse.
They all gave up and just decided to let him cool down for a while. It wouldn't take as long. David began to walk on his own, "This is probably going to screw up my entire career, I'm sure the FIA board would love a driver that got in a fight with another driver and was then suspended for 9 races." He then walked over to his trailer and changed out of his race suit to a t-shirt with the Keniply Auto Racing logo on the front, some blue jeans and he kept his driving shoes on. David then began walking some more, hands in his pockets and head slightly hung down. "Why am I blamin' that idiot? It was more my fault than anythin' else. I am the one who lost his composure and went after the guy. I'm the only one who should be takin' the blame," he thought to himself, then sighed. "Wonder what Tom is gonna to do with me? I can't race for nine straight races, heh, what am I gonna to do? I'm out of a job for nine races. Not t' mention that NASCAR is going t' have stipulations on me for the rest of the season, no matter what series I enter," David talked to himself, an odd habit he has every so often when his nerves are unwinding.
"You could always enter another type of racing all together," A man behind David stated.
"Who are you?" David asked.
"Aguri Kaneishi, owner of Team Gouka," he answered, "I own a car in the Japan Grand Touring Championship, the 33 Tein Nismo Fairlady Z in the GT500 class."
David gave him an odd look, "Why would you want me in a car of that high of class? Wouldn't you want me in the GT300 t' start?"
Aguri said, "You wouldn't be the only one driving the car. My son, Momiji Kaneishi, would also be driving it. We change drivers in this series, don't forget that."
"Oh yeah, almost forgot," David stated, "But, still, why on earth would you want me t' drive your car? I'm not the greatest driver in the world, today should have proven that."
"You are better than you are letting yourself believe," Aguri started, "You came from 40th because of that engine change and went on to almost win the race. A few weeks ago, you came from 5th and went on to win the race 2 seconds ahead of Hanly who was in second. Hanly was the best driver I've known in this series until you came along last year. Last year, you took a team that had nothing and made them into what they are right now. You just are a little 'hotheaded,' as Americans say." David couldn't believe what he was hearing, no one ever told him of everything he's done.
"I always thought that it was Keniply that brought our team around, not me," he stated, "No one ever told me otherwise," he looked at the ground, then looked at Aguri, "When and where do you want me to report?"
Aguri smiled, "I want you to be at the airport by 9 a.m. tomorrow morning, we will have a long flight from Atlanta. Only bring what you have now, you can get new clothes when we arrive at Tokyo."