Alley
and I, was Jimi’s reaction to his thoughts on the wreck.
Jimi wasn’t a man of
many words in the public eye. Never had been. Over the
years, he managed to avoid press at all costs, until now.
“I will not sit
back and watch another driver try to kill my son,” His tone final. “These two
have been battling all year and I’ve let it go but Darrin will be held
accountable for his actions if I have to sue NASCAR myself.” Jimi threatened
triggering a loud cheer from the crowd gathered in front of the stage.
The reporter then
turned his questions to Jameson once again. “Jameson,” my eyes scanned toward
Jameson who was slouched in the director’s chair completely relaxed. “You and
Darrin have been battling all season long with each other like Jimi said. Now
that he’s been suspended, what do you think your chances are for a championship
here in your first full cup season?”
Jameson nodded, his
eyes focused on the microphone as he tugged on the bill of his hat. “You know ... we had a shot before the wreck.” His
head skewed slightly toward Jimi. “Now ... it’s
hard to say. We missed three races and took a massive hit in the points but
Warner Leddy did us a huge favor by getting in the
car at Watkins Glen and Michigan. I have an excellent team and sponsor who
supports me. We have amazing cars with Riley Simplex Racing.” He reached for
the water in front of him and took a quick drink. “If we can manage top ten
finishes and stay consistent, I think we still have a shot at it but all those
aspects have to line up to do so.”
“Why do you think
Darrin wrecked you after the race?”
Jameson let out a
sarcastic laugh. “That’s a question you should ask him. Only he knows why.”
We knew Darrin’s motive
but we didn’t know why he was so intently focused on it. He was obsessed
and I had a feeling it wasn’t truly over between Jameson and Darrin.
Phillip was working on
bringing a lawsuit forth with reckless endangerment but with lack of details
surrounding the accident, they didn’t have much to go on.
While the prehearing
conference was held last Monday, it wasn’t looking promising. What most failed
to realize was when you raced in the elite levels of NASCAR, you followed the
rules governed by the sport. Besides that, most fines issued by NASCAR were
beyond any fine Darrin would have received if the accident occurred off the
track. You had to prove without a doubt to the courts that Darrin’s actions
were inherent to the sport, something that would be difficult.
Another thirty minutes
into the press conference, I left with Alley and waited back at the motor coach
for Jameson.
Once there, I spotted
Aiden stepping out with a sandwich his southern grin boyish.
“Hey,” I said nodding
my head toward him with my own grin. “ You spotting for
him tomorrow?” I couldn’t help myself and giggled.
“It’s a day race.”
Aiden scrunched his nose. “I think I’ll be okay.”
The night race in
Bristol was not Aiden’s favorite. He once paid Tommy $1000 to spot for Jameson
if it was going to be a night race.
At Bristol Motor
Speedway, in the heat of August, perched on the towers outside turn two; the
bugs would swarm by the millions.
Apparently, last year
they had this big debate where Aiden basically refused to go up in the tower on
night races in the South.
Jameson would get a
kick out of this and would say something along the lines of: “If you hear
Aiden’s voice crackling—he just swallowed a cicada.”
Poor Aiden even went as
far as wearing a ski mask pulled down over his mouth so the bugs would say out.
It was that bad.
I wasn’t inside the
motor coach long when Jameson returned with my favorite smile plastered across
his face; abnormal for an afternoon with the media.
“Hi,” I mumbled against
his lips, my legs wrapped around his waist.
He laughed. “Well,
hello there beautiful,”
I grinned, lowering my
legs from his waist and sliding down along his hard
and I, was Jimi’s reaction to his thoughts on the wreck.
Jimi wasn’t a man of
many words in the public eye. Never had been. Over the
years, he managed to avoid press at all costs, until now.
“I will not sit
back and watch another driver try to kill my son,” His tone final. “These two
have been battling all year and I’ve let it go but Darrin will be held
accountable for his actions if I have to sue NASCAR myself.” Jimi threatened
triggering a loud cheer from the crowd gathered in front of the stage.
The reporter then
turned his questions to Jameson once again. “Jameson,” my eyes scanned toward
Jameson who was slouched in the director’s chair completely relaxed. “You and
Darrin have been battling all season long with each other like Jimi said. Now
that he’s been suspended, what do you think your chances are for a championship
here in your first full cup season?”
Jameson nodded, his
eyes focused on the microphone as he tugged on the bill of his hat. “You know ... we had a shot before the wreck.” His
head skewed slightly toward Jimi. “Now ... it’s
hard to say. We missed three races and took a massive hit in the points but
Warner Leddy did us a huge favor by getting in the
car at Watkins Glen and Michigan. I have an excellent team and sponsor who
supports me. We have amazing cars with Riley Simplex Racing.” He reached for
the water in front of him and took a quick drink. “If we can manage top ten
finishes and stay consistent, I think we still have a shot at it but all those
aspects have to line up to do so.”
“Why do you think
Darrin wrecked you after the race?”
Jameson let out a
sarcastic laugh. “That’s a question you should ask him. Only he knows why.”
We knew Darrin’s motive
but we didn’t know why he was so intently focused on it. He was obsessed
and I had a feeling it wasn’t truly over between Jameson and Darrin.
Phillip was working on
bringing a lawsuit forth with reckless endangerment but with lack of details
surrounding the accident, they didn’t have much to go on.
While the prehearing
conference was held last Monday, it wasn’t looking promising. What most failed
to realize was when you raced in the elite levels of NASCAR, you followed the
rules governed by the sport. Besides that, most fines issued by NASCAR were
beyond any fine Darrin would have received if the accident occurred off the
track. You had to prove without a doubt to the courts that Darrin’s actions
were inherent to the sport, something that would be difficult.
Another thirty minutes
into the press conference, I left with Alley and waited back at the motor coach
for Jameson.
Once there, I spotted
Aiden stepping out with a sandwich his southern grin boyish.
“Hey,” I said nodding
my head toward him with my own grin. “ You spotting for
him tomorrow?” I couldn’t help myself and giggled.
“It’s a day race.”
Aiden scrunched his nose. “I think I’ll be okay.”
The night race in
Bristol was not Aiden’s favorite. He once paid Tommy $1000 to spot for Jameson
if it was going to be a night race.
At Bristol Motor
Speedway, in the heat of August, perched on the towers outside turn two; the
bugs would swarm by the millions.
Apparently, last year
they had this big debate where Aiden basically refused to go up in the tower on
night races in the South.
Jameson would get a
kick out of this and would say something along the lines of: “If you hear
Aiden’s voice crackling—he just swallowed a cicada.”
Poor Aiden even went as
far as wearing a ski mask pulled down over his mouth so the bugs would say out.
It was that bad.
I wasn’t inside the
motor coach long when Jameson returned with my favorite smile plastered across
his face; abnormal for an afternoon with the media.
“Hi,” I mumbled against
his lips, my legs wrapped around his waist.
He laughed. “Well,
hello there beautiful,”
I grinned, lowering my
legs from his waist and sliding down along his hard
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