Garrett Duke

Garrett rolls his eyes at seeing them kiss but applauds with everyone else. "I guess that means we won't know the finishing order now," he states under his breath and turns around to face to take a drink of his beer that was sitting on the bar.

I feel like a lot of things they changed should have been left alone. They've ruined a good thing...

You are so lucky with that. There were a lot of times where the accidents happened while they were on a commercial break. That is so aggravating. You just see replays of it and then more commercial breaks. It's non stop here...

That's pretty much about how I feel about the segments in NASCAR now. The breaks would definitely interrupt the flow of the game.

Garrett turns around as Skipper approaches him and hears him out. He sets his half drank down and gives Skipper a high five. "No need to apologize, Skipper. It was just a race and you were just eager to win the race as everyone was. My car can and will be fixed in no time," he pauses to put down his empty glass from Cooter, "but I'll be glad to take you up on that drink and drink to a fun race."

Walking into the Boar's Nest with his head down, Garrett sighs and looks up and looks through the crowd before finding Hobie. He makes a slow and long thoughtful walk over to Hobie where he looks up and gives Hobie a confident smile and puts his hand out and says, "Congratulations Hobie on a great race." He surprises himself that he actually means and finds himself buying into Jesse's speech. "But next year, that trophy is coming back home with me." He gives him a smile before he walks over to Bo and Luke who congratulate him on a well raced race. Garrett only shrugs it off before before Jesse and everyone starts asking him if he finished second after Hobie. Garrett shrugs. He'd be ok with second. Just not with the wrecked race car. Taking a deep breath he slowly admits out loud, "I don't really know where I placed," he pauses, "I just knew I wasn't first." He shrugs again before Cooter hands him a beer and he slowly takes a long drink before slowly stating, "I apologize for how I acted and not celebrating with you all for the fun race."

Garrett Duke was working on his vehicle outside of his apartment when his thoughts and concentration was abruptly shattered by a door slamming shut. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stands up and turns around to stand face to face to Jesse Duke. "What you think you're doing, boy?" Jesse says, his voice thick with disappointment and concern. Garrett looks away in attempt to hide his anger before looking back at his uncle. "I'm working on my wrecked car," he dryly states, putting emphasis on wrecked. "Not no more you ain't," Jesse states in a matter of fact tone, "get in the truck." Garrett goes to protest only to be cut off by angry blue eyes of his uncle. Shaking his head in defeat, he throws down the oil stained towel he was clenching onto onto the roof of his car before looking angrily up at Jesse before turning around and climbing into the cab of the old white Ford truck. They drive a long awkward five minutes in silence before Jesse interrupts the piercing silence by saying, "Everyone is at the Boars Nest celebrating what was suppose to be a fun race," he pauses, his voice drips of disappointment, "and you run off to pout because you didn't cross the line first." Jesse shakes his head. "I'm disappointed in you and your un-sportsmanship. You can't even congratulate yourself. Too busy feeling sorry for yourself. But you know what? Not everything is about you." Jesse allows more silence in the cab of his truck as Garrett stares out his window. "I thought I raised you better than this." Garrett quickly glares at his uncle in disbelief. "I ain't Bo or Luke," he states in disgust and disbelief, "you didn't raise me." Jesse nods at his mistake. "You're right, I didn't," he pauses, "then your father did a bad job at raising you." "You know nothing of how I was raised," Garrett states before letting out a deep breath. He knew of the bad relationship between the two and knew nothing he said would change Jesse's mind. Plus his dad was the one who sent him to Hazzard, so Garrett wasn't in the mood to argue with Jesse. He knew he wouldn't win any how. Changing the topic, he says, "You call me un-sportsmanship. I raced that race fair and square. And what do I have to show for it? A wrecked car." "Well good. I'm proud of you for racing your race fair and square," Jesse states, "but you can't control how others race you or treat you. The only person you have control over is yourself and how you react. And right now you are acting like a toddler without a nap not getting that cherished toy the toddler would want. So, in a few minutes we will be walking into the Boar's Nest and YOU are going to walk over to Hobie. Shake his hand and meaningfully congratulate him. Understand?" "Yeah," Garrett sighs in resignation. (Sorry for the long post)

After finishing the race in whatever position, he ended up in, Garrett watches everyone walking into the Boars Nest to celebrate either a race won or a race fought. Shaking his head he looks at his beaten-up Spittin' Cobra in anger. He raced that race hard and clean and yet still lost and his beloved car took the beaten on due to it all. Feeling his anger toward how he was raced and how his car was disrespected by others around him, he knows better than to step foot in the Boars Nest with everyone celebrating. He takes a long glare at the Boars Nest he shakes his head in disgust before climbing back into the Spittin' Cobra and sighs in relief as it starts right up with a powerful roar. "Good race," he pats the dashboard of his beloved car, "let's go get you fixed up." With that he drives off towards home where he will work and fix on his beloved car to make it back to perfect once again.

"What the -" Garrett lets his sentence drag off in surprise at seeing Hobie flash by him before he straightening up in his seat and aggressively forces Spittin Cobra to forward at somehow a faster pace. "So this is how ya wanna play?" he hisses as he charges alongside Hobie.

Garrett watches everyone up front with dismay. Even with everything but the best under his hood and in his tank, it wasn't enough to out run everyone's shine they seem to be using and drinking. Thinking of their drinking, Garrett gains a little confidence in knowing that he should be able to outsmart them being sober. and begins to think of other options before he notices a side road on the right and he quickly turns right onto the bumpy and rough road that is surrounded by trees and weeds. He holds onto the steering wheel tightly as he is bounced around with his foot all the way on the accelerator. Following the trail around curves and fallen branches he makes his way around a curve to see the opening that leads back onto the track everyone is on. Hoping for the best, he pushes the accelerator down and feels his car jolt forward before he is thrown back on to the track, right next to everyone else! "Surprise!" he yells out his window as he inches ahead of everyone.

Garrett felt guilty passing Jesse as he saw the dirt bike on fire, but seeing he was ok, he floored the accelerator to the floor only for him to hear the dirt bike explode behind him. He contemplated going back to check on him as it seems as he has already lost the race. He was angry and disappointed in himself, but he knew he was racing the honest way without using alcohol from anyone else. Just the best gas he had gotten. Pure NASCAR gold gas that he had gotten when he gotten Jeff Gordon's engine. Just as he thought more of turning around, he spots a dirt bike with Jesse on it behind him. "What the heck?" he says a loud before exhaling a deep breath of relief at seeing him ok. With seeing Jesse was Ok gave Garrett another surge of adrenaline and he shoved his car faster forward. He was never one to give up on a race until it was over.

Garrett just nods at him as he stares at the road ahead. Looking back in his rearview mirror he sees everyone getting closer as he fights with Skipper. Looking back at Skipper he is impressed by the manpower and speed of his car. But what everyone doesn't know, is that he has a souped up Jeff Gordon engine under his hood. The same engine that brought Jeff Gordon to the checkered flag and championships many times. "See ya later," Garrett shouts at Skipper as he presses the accelerator to the floor and Spittin' Cobra flies ahead and Garrett cuts Skipper off again before rushing ahead.

Garrett watches in amazement to see Skipper literally jump ahead of him before anger settles in. "Ain't no way no boat is gonna beat Spittin' Cobra!" he states as he aggressively fights his way besides Skipper. Garrett forces a smile at Skipper and a wave while yelling out his window at Skipper, "Nice move!" With that he goes off track a bit to gain some momentum before weaving back on track to cut Skipper off.

Garrett Duke struggles off Hobie while watching everyone fight over moonshine. "Amateurs," he scoffs as he abruptly turns right onto an off road area. He braces himself through the rough terrain and swipes left to miss a fallen log before the path abruptly turns back onto the road and Garrett laughs to see Hobie several car lengths behind him now.

LOL Roger! Definitely not the Pirates...though I like them better than the red birds and Brewers. Definitely a Chicago Cubs and Bears fan!