I had finished packing the interior of Darren's Charger full of stuff I didn't want weighing down the Satellite when a dark colored Toyota rental car pulled up next to our pit area. Keith Turk stepped out of the car and questioned Dale, "Hey, why didn't you come to the tower and turn in your time slip from the Gremlin?"
"Well, it's broke and we're abandoning, so I didn't see the point..." Dale started.
"Hate to hear that", Keith offered, "We really like that little car!"
"I told him he should turn it in so everyone will know he at least made it here, but he didn't want to screw up his average!" I interjected.
"I agree with him", Keith pointed at me, "At least turn it in and make it one more step."
"Ah, it's really no big deal..." Dale tried to avoid it.
"Get in the car, Sugar Britches, I'll give you a ride over to the tower, and we'll take care of it, then you can decide what to do with the car after that!"
Dale busted out laughing, actually we all did, the sight of Keith, who is nearly a foot shorter, and a good 100lbs lighter than Dale, calling him Sugar Britches was just hilarious.