Stroker Ace Page #6

You never can.

He spun me out. What should I do?

Stick him in the fence.

Good idea, Neil.

Mr. bonnett. Stroker.

Hello, Audrey.

Aubrey.

Whatever.

You'll remember my name after tomorrow.

Your name is Audrey meadows.

Audrey James!

Aubreyjames!

Schmuck.

Stick him in the wall.

I'm gonna.

Son, I know about makin' jewelry

out of quail droppings.

But actin',

I don't know nothin' about that.

Try.

I don't know nothin'.

No. It's "I know nothing."

Nothing.

I knownothing.

I am just the... wh-what am I?

Never mind. I'm calling Torkle.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the Charlotte

motor speedway.

Hey, stroker.

How about this?

There's somethin' I want you to know.

I'm thinkin' about

sellin' my little business.

If I do, I'll let you go.

If you win this race,

you'll be too valuable

a commodity to let go.

I'd have to expand

that little business...

We'd have 2 more

glorious years together.

Isn't that somethin'?

You lose the race, I'll set you free.

You win the race, I got to keep you.

What do you say?

Ever throw a race before?

All drivers to your cars!

Better get out there.

Them boys are waitin' for you.

Kind of a mess, ain't it?

Hey, Arnold!

Wait up.

Welcome to the Charlotte motor speedway

for a great day of stock car racing.

Later today we will have

a new national champion.

It should be an exciting day.

Working with me

is bill dollar and David hobbs.

We'll be back for the start after this.

Go to the pit and tell

Mr. big to come here

to say hello to

these people if he wins.

5 hours in a race is mighty tiring.

I don't think--

I don't pay you to think,

Alfred Einstein.

Just deliver me a message.

Hey!

Where the hell is my blimp?

There it is.

Oh!

There it is. I love it!

That's me, darlin'! I love it!

I want you fourth or fifth,

but not too far back.

Gum!

I haven't got any.

Where is it?

It doesn't matter

whether I win or lose.

The field begins to roll down pit row.

A kaleidoscope of colors,

ready to do battle for 500 miles.

Coming down to this last race,

4 men are in the running

for the championship--

Stroker Ace, Aubrey James,

Harry Gant, and Cale yarborough.

When it's all over,

who wears the crown?

There are rumors of a feud

between stroker Ace and James.

That could affect the outcome.

Bill knows more about that.

I asked stroker Ace.

He answered, "what feud?"

We'll find out.

The cars are waiting

for the green flag.

Field on the tow of the pace car.

Just coming off the back straightaway.

Moving into the fourth corner,

they're less than 1,000 feet

away from the start

of this $500,000 chase,

the final race of the season,

the championship on the line.

Here come the warlords.

The pace car pulls off onto pit row.

Here they come...

Less than 500 feet

from Harold Kinder holding them down.

Out of turn 4,

they're back to the stripe.

Look at that draft up front!

Shepard, Cale yarborough,

and Harry Gant!

And are they setting a blistering pace!

We're early in this 500-mile race

as they slam into

the 3-story-high banking.

Stroker Ace is moving to the front.

Talk about a guy driving his heart out.

Stroker Ace

has worked his way

in front of the field.

How am I doing?

You guys are setting

a new track record.

Damn!

Maybe you'll get some caution flags,

and the race'll last till 4:30.

Stroker must be in trouble.

He's been passed by at least 4 cars.

We'll get a pit report

and keep you informed.

What are you doing?

I'm gettin' out

of the chicken business.

Stroker, this is humiliating.

Well, then don't watch!

What is he doin'?

I'll be damned.

Mr. all-American hero

is goin' in the tank.

Mr. Torkle!

There's someone here

that says he's from

the brewing company.

First caution of the afternoon

at Charlotte motor speedway.

The strategy has changed

for this race--

A time strategy, not a speed battle.

The leaders come in.

What a break for stroker Ace,

who was almost 1/2 lap back.

He may make up that 1/2 lap...

Hopefully get service for the problem.

Stroker, you're embarrassing me!

You got the key to the rest room?

I guess not. Ha ha!

You sure you wouldn't like a Miller's?

4?

Oh, yeah. 4:
00.

Hell, we got plenty of time.

Listen, where is that guy MacKenzie?

I know nothing.

I am merely the messenger.

I know. I know.

You said that before.

A real battle at Charlotte speedway,

but the heated battle is in front.

Yarborough and Gant

keep swapping that lead,

lap after lap after lap.

What's stroker doing?

Don't worry. Run your race.

Aah!

We're seeing some blazing speed.

The average is 154.25 miles an hour.

Unless we have a wreck

or some caution flag,

this is going to be

the fastest 500-mile race.

Woo!

Lugs!

What?

I just made a corporate decision.

I am choosing to win this damn race.

Sell chicken for the next 2 years?

Yeah!

I knew it.

I knew he couldn't stand to be beaten.

You know what that boy's problem is?

Got too much ego.

Fine. Next year we'll

open the rib pits.

Wa-hoo!

Time is running out.

That battle up front is unreal.

Gant is your leader.

Stroker Ace has moved into second.

Aubrey James is right behind him.

Outta my way!

Oh, hell. Here we go again.

Oh!

Oh! Ooh!

The caution is out.

It will take a while...

The way they were running,

it had to happen.

It'll take a long time

to clear to track,

so no record race today.

It also took out Harry Gant,

so we're down to a 3-way--

Cale yarborough,

Aubrey James, and stroker.

Hey, what happened?

Everything's Ok.

Aubrey James just got

a little ambitious.

He's comin' in!

Lugs, hurry up! Number 10 is leaving!

We'll beat him.

The Jack's broke! The Jack's broke!

Go borrow one!

Hello, Arnold. You do this often?

Just want to be on the winnin' team.

We got a new Jack man!

The yellow is still out.

Stroker Ace is getting in line...

In sixth place.

Next time, they get green

with 12 laps to go.

With so few laps and

such strong competition,

I rate stroker's chances

as slim to none at all.

That Jack problem

dropped stroker to sixth place.

Aubrey James passed him

and took the lead.

Cale yarborough's car is in the pits.

He's out of it.

Hey, you!

I know nothing.

I am merely--

A messenger. Yes, sir.

Here is the message.

Call those good ol' boys in Milwaukee.

Tell them they got a deal.

It has been a wild afternoon.

The green is back out.

The battle shapes up at turn one.

Dad just called!

Hey, stroker! Dad called and said,

"stand on it, son!"

This is as good as it gets.

Unbelievable!

Stroker Ace is passing cars

in wholesale fashion.

Hey, press boys!

You're here to get the news, ain't you?

I got news for you!

And it's an exclusive!

As of this moment,

stroker Ace is no longer

driving for me.

He's through. He's released.

Off the record, he's out on his butt

because he no longer represents

the Clyde Torkle chicken pit image.

Why fire him when he's in second place?

What?

He just moved into second place.

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