You can blame Jerry Frickman.

I was at Lawrenceburg Speedway with Randy Jester, minding my own buisness, when I was called to the top by Jerry. When he ask if I wanted the job, I started laughing so hard that I shot beer out my nose. A couple of weeks later, I found that he was serious. You know the rest.

Now here we are, one year later with some great memories of a hard-fought first season. Thanks for everything. You and Mark have made racing fun again!

See you at the Speedway,