I saw that today Hobie. I'm guessing the Cracker Barrel 400 is going to be organized and have a bunch of rules and regulations.
No need to worry. That sounds boring compared to the Moonshine 400 so nobody will pay any attention to it. You still have the best race in the world.
Now, what place you in anyways?
For the first time in the race Jesse takes the lead. And the timing couldn't have been better. Emma made it down from Iron Mountain on her back up dirt bike just in time to stop at the intersection to watch the race. And what a sight it was to see her man in the lead on her very own postal dirt bike.
She caught the corner of Jesse's eye and distracted him. He looked at her with a big smile and gave her a thumbs up and she blew him a kiss. It was such a distraction that he didn't notice a big rock. He hit it and it threw his bike off to the side and Skipper passed him with the Minnow in tow. Jesse's Yamaha then ran into the dirt where it hit another rock with such force that it catapulted him and the bike into the air and two seconds later, right into the Minnow. Lucky for him and the Yamaha they both landed on the pile of life jackets unharmed but clearly out of the race......
.......or were they? It would be unwise to ever count out crafty and wise Jesse Duke.
We certainly can't help with the job hunt but if you need picked up emotionally just pop a Dukes episode in and after you watch it jump on the HazzardNet and tell us how good it made you feel. Sure helps me anytime I'm feeling down.
Before you know it Jesse had caught up with the pack and was in the thick of everything. Being on a dirt bike certainly had its advantages because he was able to use the bike's maneuverability and his skill to weave between everybody and take advantage of all the chaos. And chaos it was indeed. The lead changes continued on a regular basis but the best place Jesse had been in was third.
But then he accidently hit neutral when shifting from 5th to 6th after rounding a curve and that put him back to 5th in this tight race. Still, at this point it seemed like just about anybody had a chance to win. He was just happy to be in the thick of things. But he wasn't here to finish in anything but first.
A new determination overtook him and he let out a rebel yell and turned the throttle as far as it would go again. The front wheel went off the ground again. He felt like a young man racing a half century ago. He felt like nothing could stop him now as he approached Skipper and prepared to pass on his starboard side.