I think there’s one in there. He had a 4-car race going around the lined-up ones (the infield, of course) that is hidden behind the back of the couch. I remember seeing a 4. Bubba Wallace (his favorite), the 4, a 43 (whoever’s driving that now), and another.
He also had a random police car serving as pace car during the cautions (his races have at least one wreck per lap, sometimes involving a cat.) Today one of the race cars knocked the pace car on its side, because it was in the way. We had a spirited debate about having to go to the trailer.
Me: Well, that’s breaking a serious rule there. He’ll have to go to the NASCAR trailer after the race for that.
Him: No, he doesn’t want to go, so he won’t.
Me: He can’t race again until they let him. The safety reasons are for everyone, to keep people from getting hurt and killed. Most of the drivers support the big rules, and they don’t want a crazy guy out there.
Him: He doesn’t care, he’s gonna race anyway, ‘cause he wants to.
He (grandson, not driver) starts kindergarten tomorrow. I know his teacher would be grateful for any prayers y’all might lift up.