Stroker Ace

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Huh!

Hey, stroker, let's rest. I'm tired.

Sure, doc. Want some gum?

I guess so.

Howdy, boys!

Hi, dad. Hi, Mr. seegle.

Looks like y'all have

a little problem there.

Yeah. Could you give us a lift?

Sure enough. Get in.

What happened to your bike, son?

Ace tried to jump the gully.

I told him we couldn't make it.

You remember Ace, don't you, dad?

Uh-huh. Ain't you that kid that locked

that lady schoolteacher

in the outhouse?

Yes, sir.

And then turned it over?

Yes, sir.

Hey, boy, I need my mirror, now.

Dad runs shine.

Here comes seegle.

I've been waitin' to

nab him for a long time.

He's definitely got a load of shine.

Mm-mm. You boys, hold on.

I'm going to have to stand on it.

Ride!

Hey, stroker,

your hair looks real nice.

Yeah, I know.

Lugs, lean out further.

I'm going to make a turn.

The birthplace of speed--

The Daytona international

speedway in Florida.

Where in just a few moments,

the starting drivers

will battle at better

than 200 miles an hour

for upward of a million dollars.

He's only got 3 wheels!

Next, from Ashland, Ohio,

and the j.D. Stacy-pak,

number 2 buick--

Tim Richmond!

And driving out of

ellerbe, north Carolina,

in the Wyman-Gordon express...

Benny Parsons!

On the next row, inside,

in the 7-Eleven skoal bandit

from taylorsville, north Carolina,

here's Harry Gant!

Look out!

From grosse pointe, Michigan,

driving the four star whiskey entry,

Aubrey James!

On the pole, race fans,

with the fastest qualifying

effort of the week,

here he is--3-time

Nascar driving champion...

A guy, you can see,

who always makes a dynamic entrance,

ladies and gentlemen...

Stroker Ace!

Hi, stroker.

Ladies and gentlemen,

can I have your attention?

Ok, I got them up. You entertain them.

Well, you've done it again.

How's it going?

Well...

Hi.

Look. Your tail's bent.

Kind of unique, huh?

Same old shit, stroker.

I know you?

Yeah, you know me.

Nice to see you again.

Ah, hello. I love your patches.

In Talladega, you left me

to go get a loaf a bread.

Got to maintain my energy. Hi.

Hi.

I have to keep up my strength--hi.

Listen, after I win the race today,

let's get together for

a little kick-the-can.

Hey, stroker, we got a race to run.

Later. Woof!

I don't care what you say.

It won't be like last year.

I'll kick his ass.

You don't have to be on

Nascar 50 years to win.

Aubrey, forget about stroker Ace.

Race the pavement, not another driver.

You're obsessed with him.

Obsessed? You bet I am!

Didn't I just say that?

Check that out.

I'll eat his lunch.

Ok, I'm ready.

You are a bum!

You're nothing but trouble.

You think the world owes you a living.

Yes, sir, Mr. Coty.

Catty! Whatever.

It ain't gonna be like last year.

I hate to interrupt, Mr. Coty--

Catty! Whatever.

But stroker and I got

to talk about the race.

All right, I'll see you after the race.

But you work for me, see?

I am your boss! B-o-s-s!

Get your hand off the car.

Now, you go on out there,

and you win one for big "z" oil!

We're all pulling for you, stroker boy!

What a putz.

You have a good race.

Harry Gant!

Here comes chicken pit.

Lookin' righteous. Gonna win?

I'll let you know about 5:00.

Ready for Clyde Torkle's

name on your car?

I'll let you know. See you.

Hey, junior, give me a Jack!

Ready with the air bottle?

Aah!

Whoo! Whoo!

Whoo! Whoo!

Whoo! Whoo!

Stroker Ace, how you doing, boy?

Not now, Clyde.

I can't talk but just a minute.

Remember my chauffeur Arnold?

Talk to him.

Yeah, let's talk.

I hear you're having sponsor trouble.

No, I'm not having sponsor trouble.

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