Maybe they did make changes to the rule and we just missed it.
I can see it now, France, Helton and Darby are sitting in the control booth watching the mayhem unfold below them.
France looks over to Helton, "Well, Mike what do you think? Is this 'Dega all over?"
Helton, "You know Brian, maybe we need to change that rule", as Bowyer flips upside down, catches on fire and starts his 100 yard slide down the front stretch. "John, what do you think?"
Darby, between pursed lips, "Mike, I don't got time to look out the damn window. You know at these events I have to keep my lips firmly planted on Brian's hindquarters so they don't get cold".
Brian, "Well, it's settled then. We don't need no damn redneck Lil'E fans ruining my beautiful Daytona track with their low rent Bud beer cans and trash. Having to look at their tattooed, belly button pierced big hair too much makeup women is enough. Wait until Mark and Kevn cross the finish line and then throw the caution. We can always put out conflicting messages. These morons won't even know the difference. As long as they keep shelling out the long green who cares who wins".
Helton, "Damn, did you see Gilliland go shooting up onto the track. He could have hit another car broadside and gone airborne thru the safety fencing and killed a bunch of people"!!
John Darby, "smooch, smooch" "Damn, he farted again. His farts smell worse than his old man's".
Brian, "You don't think he would have hurt any of the stars, celebrities or dignitaries do you?"
Helton, "Nah, just some of those low rent red necks you're always talking about. They breed like rabbits and can easily be replaced. Besides, think of the publicity if David had gone thru the fence. We would have sold out all these damn tracks for people hoping it would happen again. Blood thirsty #2$&*."
