[Walks to tractor]

See you're enjoying the good life, Harry?

Yeah. Well I don't mind spreadin' a little fertilizer round now and then. There's worse things.

How's the truck runnin'?

Runs good.

[pause]

I... uh... I want you to build me a car.

[stops tractor]

Now, Tim, everyone knows some downtown car dealer can't afford a race team. And no driver worth a damn is gonna sign with you. Cause they wreck one car, you can't afford to build them another, and their out of the deal, you know. And no car's gonna win without a driver, not even mine.

[points to Harry]

If you built the car, I'd get a damn driver.

[starts driving tractor]

What kinda driver you gonna find after the season's started? Some ole' boy that's washed up, and wasn't worth a shit to begin with.

You can work with him. You can build a driver like you build a car, Harry.

[points to dog]

Tim, take a look at that hound. Now that's the best coon dog I ever seen or heard about, and I didn't teach him a damn thing.

Well I got somebody.

Who?

Take a look at him.

Anybody I gotta take a look at ain't somebody.

Then take a look at nobody.

[stops tractor]

Tim, I give up racin', you gotta know that.

Ah, you didn't give up racin', Harry. You quit to avoid investigation into Buddy's crash at Daytona.

Hey, I didn't avoid any God-damn investigation.

[rolls eyes]

Well, anyway, I... uh... I talked to NASCAR and if you come back in there won't be any investigation.

How they hell you sell 'em on that deal?

I'm a helluva salesman.