Garrett Duke

Texas Daisy - you didn't disappoint me. Take your time or like them all. It is up to you. I was just wondering. There is a lot of them to chose from and they all have different driving styles and different characteristics. Well after two hours of watching the pre-race show over my baseball game, they finally post poned the race to tomorrow at noon ET...meaning 11:00 central (my time)! I don't understand why they have to do it so early on Mondays...I would think most of their viewers would be at work at that time. Or perhaps I'm the only one...LOL. If it goes like their last postponed race, I'll get home in time for them to be showing the replay of the finish. I could record it, but I never get around to watching it and end up looking it all up online anyway. Though I do find the prerace show on Fox to be fun and entertaining. Of all the stations they are on -Fox is my favorite due to the announcers. (NASCAR changes channels and announcers several times throughout the season.) Their top ten crashes in the last ten years since NASCAR was on Fox was scary and interesting to watch - now that they were over and everyone was OK afterwards. Several of them I did watch and held my breath until they said they were OK at that race. They can have some pretty scary accidents, but luckily they have a lot of safety things in the car and on the track to minimalize the possiblities of getting hurt. Well I am hoping that they will have a fun and exciting race tomorrow...just disappointed that it wasn't today.

Live to Love Another Day - Keith Urban

*Gives a small sigh of relief at feeling the engine come to full power and the sleek mustang shoots forward.* Well guess it's better late than never to get to full throttle. *Turns around to look out the back window in time to see the old truck pulling off to a hay field before turning around.* Well our luck just turned for the better, Roger. Not only your car come back to health but whoever was in the truck has gone chicken and turned around. Just as long as he ain't on his way to tell the local law...if that's what you call the two men uniforms with a star on thier chest. *Turns back around* Well let's get your money sorted out and delivered before he does get to the police to write out his report. I'm sure Rosco would love to slap the cuffs on me and Hogg would love to get his fat hands on that htere bag. The sooner it is out of our possession, the better. *With that looks down at the bag of money at my feet, silently glad at the opportunity to deliver Hogg's unearned money to people who needs it the most.*

Bo 2 Luke 22 Daisy 6 Jesse 23 Cooter 17 Enos 7 Enos gave a point to Bo

Live those Songs again - Kenny Chesney

*Eyes Roger for a long time, thinking of what he had said.* Look Roger, I appreciate your help here and your loyalty of sticking together, but this was my idea. There is no way I am going to allow you to go down for it alongside of me. *Pauses to glance back at the old truck* And yeah you could out run that piece of garbage with your hands tied behind your back if it wasn't acting up, but it is. And you're right...I don't know a thing about him and he may try to shoot me, but if he wants the money that bad, then he can have it...it'd be on his hands not ours anymore. *Turns back around to face Roger* You don't have to worry about me, I can handle myself if need be. I just don't want you gettin' arrested or worse because of me

Drinkin' Songs and Other Logic - Clint Black

The tall and lean body of the youngest Duke cousin is bent over and lying half way under the orange hood of the beloved race car he had helped build with his oldest cousin. His thoughts are heavily entwined of thoughts of his date with Clare Wenthworth and thoughts of The General. Only to produce mixed emotions of happiness and excitement that had formed from his first date with Clare and mixed with anger and frustration directed from The General. "Hey cuz," comes a familiar voice from behind him to force Bo to jump slightly before he backs out from the hood to stand up and look around to be facing his older cousin. "I should have known you'd be out here with The General." Bo slowly nods at his cousin before he turns back to the open hood, staring down at the hood. "And here I am," he finally states as he wipes a thick lock of blond hair out of his eyes to spread grease and oil into his bright hair. Luke gives Bo a sad smile while shaking his head at Bo. "You are just so damn stubborn, you know that right?" Luke finally asks as he steps up to The General while takes in his cousin, silently admiring him. Silently admiring Bo's sharp and strong determination to work at getting what he wants no matter on how improbable it may be or how many times that people try to convince him of how impossible it may be to get what he wants. While Luke's strong hopes and desires are often dulled and deflated by the harsh reality of how impossible it may be. Leaving him often times giving up on getting to where or what he wants. With their friendship, their differences towards attaining what they want often times works well together to balance them out while other times it causes friction and arguments between the two. "I mean," Luke finally breaks his silence, "we went over this two days ago of how The General needs official help; meaning new car parts and other things we don't have access to. He needs to go see Doctor Cooter to fix him up. Not us. And in order for him to go to Cooter and get the new parts, we need money to pay him for it. Money we don't have." Bo sends Luke a harsh look, anger directed at his cousin despite knowing that Luke was right, but too stubborn to accept it. "So just like that, you're just going to give up on him, huh, Luke?" he finally shoots back at him as the front door to the house squeaks open and he glances over Luke's shoulder to watch their uncle stepping out on the porch. Turning to Luke he states, "Well you may be willing to give up on him, but I ain't. Heck, I hope I don't get sick or get in some horrible accident where the doctor says I don't have much of a chance of ever waking up. You'll just give up on me too, I suppose!" "Stop being so childish Bo! You know damn well what I mean. Your problem is that you're too damn stubborn for your own good!" Luke snaps back at him, his eyes fall from his cousin down to The General, "I don't want to accept it as much as you don't, but sooner or later, reality has to sink in and to be faced. Not ignored. Ignoring it won't make it go away or make it get better. Reality being that we don't have the money to fix The General right now. So until we can find work to get the money to fix him up, we will have to leave him be." Bo shakes his head at Luke. "Well couldn't we borrow money or the parts from Cooter and pay him back when we get the money?" Bo asks, too impatient to wait for the money to come, "Like we did a few months ago." "I already talked to Cooter about it," Luke shakes his head, "he says he don't have the parts or money to spare us this time. Hogg's raised his mortgage up and he is barely making ends meet at the moment." "Damn," Bo cusses and as sadness clouds his baby blue eyes, guilt courses through Luke at deflating the hope that Bo had tightly held onto. "You're right," Bo pauses to look up at Luke to send confusion through Luke, "I shouldn't have raced him as hard as I had yesterday or jumped that damn pond. I just saw Rosco behind us and pushed The General. If I hadn't -" "Stop blaming yourself, Bo. It's not me that was right. If it wasn't for you pushing the General as you had or jumping the pond, we'd be in jail right now and probably stay there for the next few years. That is unless we were lucky enough to have someone else clear our names for us, because I can tell you right now no one would have the money to bail us out. Leaving us in jail while Jesse and Daisy struggled to take care of the farm on their own. If it wasn't for you and The General, we'd be in jail," Luke confidently responds, "What I said to you yesterday was harsh and uncalled for. I was just upset and you just happened to be there to take it out on. I'm sorry." "Luke's right. You did what you needed to do to get away from Rosco. No one is at blame here. The General's just sick as you two got sick so many times growing up. It just happens. We just need to find a way to fix him up and back to health again as Applebee helped you two do so many years ago," Jesse speaks up for the first time, drawing both the boys' attention, "But until you all find the way to fix him back up, Daisy fixed dinner and it is on the table." "Yes sir," Luke responds placing a comforting hand upon Bo's tense shoulder, "What's for dinner." Jesse sends Luke a stern look. "You have to ask that, Luke?" he finally questions, "Rice and beans." "Again?" Bo complains, "We've had that all week and I'm - " "Stop your complaining Beauregaurd!" Jesse sternly yells, making both boys jump, "We don't have no more money for groceries and all we have available is rice and beans. Though if it will make you happy to hear, we are almost out of that as it is. Once we're out, we're out of food all together and we don't have money for groceries to get any more. So if you don't want to eat it, fine, suit yourself; that'll leave more for the rest of us. The choice is yours!" Bo and Luke look at each other and then up at Jesse and nod. "Rice and beans it is then," Luke breaks the silence as he walks up the stairs and Bo slowly follows him there. "Sorry," Bo mutters under his breath, "for complaining. You're right, we're lucky to have what we have." Together they walk into the kitchen where Daisy is setting down the last of their plates at the table with glasses of water in front of the plates. Jesse forces a small smile through the guilt that has been eating within him for the past couple of days. Guilt at the lack of his ability to support and feed his family as they all deserve to be fed and supported while worry for his uncertain future rush within him. Mortgage was due in only a week and so far they only had enough money to pay a fourth of it, if they couldn't come up with the money by next week, they'll be evicted. Evicted from the only place he had to call home. Sighing heavily, he sits down at the head of the table and glances around the table at his two nephews and at his neice who worriedly watches him. Once more he forces a small smile in attempt to convince them everything was going to be OK. "Your meal looks very good, Daisy," he says to Daisy who only nods, knowing he is trying to be positive about the meal and their situation. He looks away from Daisy and at everyone before saying, "Dinner is ready and on the table. We all should count ourselves lucky to have what we had and do have." He bows his head, "Let's say Grace." (CUE DANEY - sorry to post out of turn.)

What was I thinkin' - Dierks Bently

Bo 26 Luke 23 Daisy 5 Jesse 21 Cooter 20 Enos 5 Jesse gave a point to Bo

*cusses angrily under breathe as I hold onto the door, my eyes go to the deer out front to the back window to see the truck getting closer.* Ok Roger *Voice calm despite the inner turmoil* Slow it down a bit, I'll jump out with the money. *Looks out window at the deep ditches besides the road* Yeah that's it *Says aloud though talking to self. Turning to Roger, continue.* Slow it down and I'll jump and side track the guy in the truck. You keep on going. Either he'll be bought off or I'll convince him to forget the whole thing. If that don't work, *pauses and shrugs* I guess I'm on my way to jail. It won't be the first time. *Lets out a long breath of air I'd been holding. It wasn't suppose to work this way.* I won't say a word about you, I promise. You can trust me...you should know that by now. If they don't let it slip, I'll convince 'em I forced you to drive. It was my brilliant idea, it should be me to take the fall for it. *Looks out the back window at the truck before looking ahead at the deer. *Just don't hit the deer, they'd kill your car!

The Sprint Cup Series (the main NASCAR series...with Gordon, Stewart, Jr and other drivers) will be racing at 3:00 (ET) Sunday (on FOX) at Texas Mortor Speedway. It is a mile and a half length track. Jeff Gordon was the last winner at Texas in the Spring race...meaning it will be a year since his last win. Which was the first time he won there, leaving only one other track that Gordon has yet to win at before he has won at all the tracks on their current circuit. The Busch brothers seem to be good at this track. They only race a handful of races on Saturday nights in the Sprint Cup - normally the Nationwide Series races on Saturdays (Which is kinda like AAA baseball is to MLB - though veteran Sprint Cup drivers are able to drive in the Nationwide if they chose to do so. Some do, some don't.) Which is probably why it makes it so exciting when the Sprint Cup does race on Saturdays, because they don't do so very often. I wish they would do more racing under the lights. . . Well I just read that Kasey Kahne who drives the number 9 Budweiser car will be leaving Richard Petty's team at the end of this year. And in the year 2012 he will be racing in the number 5 car at Hendrick Motorsports...taking over for Mark Martin who's contract ends at the end of next year. In the article I read at NASCAR.com, Kahne does plan on racing next year and it may be for Stewart-Haas Racing that has a connection with Hendrick.

Bo 24 Luke 23 Daisy 7 Jesse 22 Cooter 20 Enos 4 I gave a point back to Bo and took it from Daisy.

*Listening to the loud squeal of the tires and the engine, my thoughts listen into the silence that is trapped within the car, wondering what's going on with my partner in crime. If he has had second thoughts upon our robbery and if it was my loud mistakes that enforced them on him. Only send my worry of what he plans on doing with me now if he has had second thoughts on the whole operation. I turn to face Roger as he speaks up to break the silence between us and his words send chills of fear down my back.* Company? *I ask as I nervously glance around and as I glance in the rear window, I see the dark shadow of a man standing there.* We got company...unless you want us to be room mates at the Hazzard jail, you better get this thing going. And fast!