Stroker Ace Page #2

What are you talking about?

That's Aubrey James.

He's only been trying

to kill you for 2 years.

By the way, I already

got blisters on my hands.

If I'm gonna drive

this thing 500 more miles,

I'd have to be king Kong.

It shouldn't be any problem for you.

You both got the same IQ.

Very funny!

Oh! Aubrey James,

at the bottom of the racetrack,

cuts into Harry Gant's automobile!

Stroker Ace to the outside,

spinning wildly!

There's 5, 6, 7 automobiles,

slipping, sliding--

Into the wall!

He shortened that automobile

about 1 1/2 feet!

Stroker Ace in a major altercation

with Aubrey James and Harry Gant...

Brings out the first

caution of the day.

A send-tow vacation

down in turn number one!

I'm sure all of you stroker Ace fans

are wondering just how stroker is.

We'll get you a report

on he and the other drivers

as soon as possible

from down in turn one.

Who set up the car, drug addicts?

You just lost it.

I didn't lose it!

Number 10 made me eat wall.

Why? How do I look?

TV cameras.

Hey, Ken. Hey, Ken.

An early pedestrian here in the 500,

the well-known stroker Ace.

You walloped the wall. What happened?

One of the tires equalized, Kenny,

and shoved me into the wall.

You were fighting the car.

Handling problems?

Not true, Ken. When lugs sets up a car,

your mother could drive it.

Lugs Harvey, chief mechanic.

How about it?

If stroker can't drive a car,

nobody can.

Well, that's the story

from the veteran stroker Ace

and his venerable chief

mechanic lugs Harvey.

Just once--just once, I wish you guys

would tell us the real story!

Sh*t.

You wreck your race car,

your rental car, your hotel room.

Nobody's perfect.

Watch where you're goin'!

This car's in my name.

Yes, Mr. Coty.

Catty! You this far way, boy!

Just this far!

You want to lose big "z" oil,

stroke, old boy?

No, sir.

I'll go get my key,

and then I'll drive you to your room.

Well, get my key, too.

Yes, sir.

Now, that's more like it.

I think Mr. Ace finally gets the idea

that this is a business,

and in a business,

you don't run around

acting like a maniac.

It's nice meetin' you, Mr. Coty.

Catty! Whatever.

Holy sh*t!

Ha ha ha!

You son of a b*tch!

You'll never work again!

Goddamn it! Get me the hell outta here!

Get me out of here!

Whoo! Whoo!

I'll get you, you son--

Ha ha ha!

Why can't you just stop

and talk to somebody?

Why do you have to fill up

their car with cement?

Because a man's got to do

what he's got to do.

We don't even have a sponsor,

and the season's already started.

You don't ever think of

anybody but yourself.

What? Hold it.

See that guy sitting over there?

He's got my exact same shirt on.

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