Gottah have my trucks. Old school, smash mouth, take no prisoners, down 'n dirty, Saturday night racin’. They don't play nice. Drivers get pissed at one ‘nother ‘n wanna fight. Damned things don’t wanna turn ‘n don’t wanna stop. Aero of a brick. They’re just plain evil ‘n it takes a man’s man ta drive the things. Short races make ‘em go now. No time ta log laps. Still, they gotta manage gas ‘n tires ‘n take a swing at adjustments. Play the cautions. Don’t get no better’n that fer me.