remembering the old days with crawfish crider, one of many stories was the night we were going to The Columbia speedway from Charleston 63ish, we were going down the interstate about twenty miles from the track and in the ol red hauler when a recap came off the rear tire. we never spoke but jumped out of the truck, pulled the ramps and curtis jumped in the race car,backed it off the truck and took off down the road for the trace. I limped the truck on to the track getting there a little late. as the race was winding down, I notice fish giving me a hand signal as he passed by but I couldn't tell what he wanted. after a few laps, I saw him toss something out the window toward the pits. I went and found a ball point pen with a piece of paper attach. after unfolding the paper I read what he wrote. HOW MANY DAMNED LAPS ARE LEFT? I got the chalkboard and showed him about 20.