So race day was the third consecutive day of my outfit, and well of not showering. I had a good sub shop stink brewing. I felt the manpri’s and zero t-shirt, were complimented by my Hoss trucker cap, which Karl F got for me. Somewhere in the morning Tom McDaniel put electrical tape over my nipples on my shirt. What was funny was all day folks would ask my, what’s up with the electrical tape? I’d just say, “Tom McDaniel…” they’d stop me, look at me knowingly and go, “I get it.” To know Tom is to love Tom.