The Chronicles of Jake Hollow (Page .1) Introducing "Jake Hollow"

The morning started off a little weird for Jake Hollow today.  Normally, his mobile phone would be set to come on an hour before work in the a.m.  ... It would be programed to play some random song he had downloaded that week. It would be blaring in his ear until his roommate (Lyle) would come in and kick the bed a few times saying, 

"Hey get up 'Old School" "Wake n Bake sucka!" Lyle's main source's of happiness were "Weed ,Girls and MiniTrucks"

And Jake's? They were pretty much the same, just in a different priority. The first things that come to his mind in the morning are "Trucks" ... then of course come the girls! Jake is a firm believer in "a time and place for every thing"  and "everything in moderation"  With that said, when it comes time to party, he will take in his share of libations and herb!  But Mini Trucks! ... That is what is on Jake Hollow's mind!

          After Jake's Girlfriend "Morgan" moved out last month because  ... "You spend all you're fucking time and money on that stupid fucking truck, why don't you go fuck IT?"-Morgan 

He asked his best friend Lyle to move in with him. Lyle had been living with his mother in the basement for way to long! So Jake told him it would be a needed change for both of them. After his Ex Girlfriend Morgan moved out, he needed a friend (and half of the rent too). Jake had only been living with Lyle for a few months. But so far they seemed to be getting along just fine. 

         Lyle works at Spiffy Lube on the weekends. And to supplement his minimum wage check, he sometimes sold weed to an "undisclosed amount" of people. He is also the guy that somehow always knows where the cops are?

The first day he came home from work at [Jake's house], he came in the living room, set down his keys and a fat stack of cash saying, "Its pretty funny how many people actually smoke pot in this town?"Forking over his rent for the month, with a smile on his face! Jake (laughing) replied, "I don't want cho derty Money Boy!"  Lyle, walking to his room laughed and said, "You betta Wash yo Self sukka!"

       Jake and Lyle met at the BMX track when they were about 11 years old. But the funny thing was ,they weren't BMX racers. They both were riding "GT performers" It was Called "freestyling" Jake could do a perfect endo seat grab and Lyle was a master at doing a cherry picker! They were flatlanders, And after that day, They've been friends ever since!

           But waking up this morning in Jakes room was a bit different? It was the sun, shining in through the window next to the bed.

 At first he jumped up thinking, "SHIT!"  ..."I'm late?" But soon remembered that he requested the day off! He had asked Doc-his boss, for an extra day off to get his S-10 ready for the Slam-n-Jam truck show! It was a huge car/truck show that was getting bigger and better every year and it was at the fair grounds tomorrow in town! All the major truck magazines were going to cover the show, plus a few major "metal workers" in the truck scene that most would consider some of the best custom truck builders in the industry! 

Jake had worked hard all year on the suspension of his Dime to have it lay out over the staggered 22 and 24 inch wheels.

            According to Doc, "Jake is an awesome fabricator, he does things the right way!"

He had built a one-off/complete "stock floor frame" for his S-10 including 1-off upper and lower control arms, The fuel cell and cantilevered 4-link back half! The rockers, flush on the pavement, retaining his air conditioner and power steering!

      A long stare at his designs would leave even the most intelligent CAD designer with a face of consternation! Not to mention, the suicide doors, 90's style tilt bed (showing off the frame work) and custom tweed interior-all done in house. 

Without the use of a CAD program, he relied on his inherent drafting skills which he sharpened up around the shop working for Doc over the years! Jake did this all with a pencil, paper a calculator and some cardboard templates ... "Old School" style!  Jake's nickname was "Old School" and it was given to him by Doc because of the way Jake tackles a project! ..."The old school way"!

         Last night Jake, Doc and Lyle stayed up a bit late drinking with Doc at Karly's Kustoms. 

They put Jake's new windshield in, with new moldings and got the bumper back from chrome shop. At the end, they did some final polishing on the new paint job. It had been over 5 years in the making for this truck to get to this stage!  It was around sunset when they finished and as a "congratulations" Doc had the beer in the cooler waiting for "beer:30" ...And Lyle, not much of a drinker, fired up a fat joint of southern California's Best and passed it over to Doc.

         Jake glided his newly finished S-10, just outside the shops bay doors and parked it a little sideways letting it air out around those huge wheels. In his mind, he was pretending it was for a MiniTruckin Magazine shoot, as he wet down the pavement around the truck saying-"dreaming of seeing his truck on the cover of magazines as he entered his local stores with a humble smile on his face. 

It was a good day. Although he was tired, it was good to finally sit back with friends and a cool beer and just look at his truck as the sun went down behind it.

          By this time, Doc and Jake had drunk 2 cases of beer together. Doc, hearing the slurred speech of Jake's "truck stories" interrupted Jake saying-"The truck looks really good Kid, although you my friend, look really drunk! (doc laughing-continues saying...) I suggest leaving your purdy lil' truck right where it is, and coming to get it in the morning!"  Lyle, [with only two beers in him] was always considered the designated driver and Jake agreed that coming to get it tomorrow sounded way better than a wrecked truck, hurting someone or a criminal record. So, finishing his beer, he jumped in Lyle's "under construction" B2000 and they scraped home leaving a rooster tail of road reflectors raining out of the ass end (of the almost falling off roll pan) in Lyle's '84 Mazda.

The Chronicles of Jake Hollow (Page .2)

Jake started working for Doc at Karly's Kustoms when he was 17 years old; The same summer he got out of high school. 

For the past six years or so, he has been working on his '95 S-10 with the help of a few friends and his Boss / semi-father figure Sherman Doc Jones. Doc was a 64 year old War veteran and a "Old School" Hot Rodder that gained a local following at the race strip in the 70's because he raced his El Camino with his Chihuahua "Karly" in his lap! It was common in those days to hear Doc say" never lost a race as long as Karly was watching the tack!"  After the dog died in 1976 Doc decided to change the shops name from "Doc's Hot Rods" to "Karly's Kustoms"

 Now with the help of Jake and a few trusted others, Doc's shop and his crew are the go-to guys for custom body, engine and suspension work. 

        Years back, Doc heard a noise one night, out in the shop's wrecking yard. Wobbly from a case of Blue Ribbon, He stumbled out to the yard with revolver in hand and caught Jake, ...unscrewing the tail lights off of a Junked Caddy in the dark!

  Doc, with all the "mean old man face" he could muster, calmly said click... "stop right there young man! ...Put that screwdriver down and step over here"   Jake, nearly pissing himself replies "Please don't call the cops man, my mom will kill me. Not to mention… take my truck away or some shit!"  

With a peculiar look, Doc said, "Your truck?" ..."Why are you stealing my Cadillac Lights if you have a truck Kid?"  Jake, still staring down the barrel of a '45 says politely "The idea was to shave my brake lights ...and, and I thought these would look cool in their place?" 

 "You're ah HotRodder?"  Doc asked.  "No, not really"  Jake said, "um… I'm a MiniTrucker?" 

 Doc, again looking confused, lowered his pistol and wagged his chin. Doc thought for a second knowing deep in his heart that he would never call the police for anything again, let alone a young kid thats seemed to be into Rodding. "What's your name kid?"  "Jake Hollow, Sir," ..."well Jake Hollow I'll tell you what, I wont call The Heat on you if you agree to come by and clean up my shop a few days a week?"  Jake, thinking FOR SURE he was going to jail for Breaking and Entering, humbly agreed to Old Man Jones' request for a "clean up guy" at Karly's Kustoms. 

That night, as Jake and Doc parted ways in the yard, Doc looked back and yelled  "Ey kid, by the way... it's frenched, not shaved?" 

..."You want to french those brake lights!"  It was the start of a very unique friendship!

            Jake, still in bed-stretched a bit. Then threw his arms over his head touching the head board, instantly started feeling the headache of the 24 beers he inflicted straight to his gut the night before. Rolling over to let his headache subside, he took a few minutes to day dream about a magazine photographer approaching him at tomorrow's truck show and how fun it's going to be to stand by his finally finished truck with his boys and go over all the little modifications he had done to it over the years with all the on lookers, spectators and passerby's. How stoked he will be to cruise the strip and drag the ass a bit while the girls were watching! 

In the back ground he could hear (and smell) Lyle coughing, already up and in the living room drinking coffee and taking Bong-Rips. Lyle called it a hippie speed ball. He would always say, "I need 2 rips and 2 drips before I can start my day right."

          Now, with the Sun in his face yet again, he remembered how he woke up. He thought about his phone and how it was losing its charge last night at the shop while he was putting on the bumper, sounding an alert every 5 minutes. And there at the shop, he "drunkenly" wondered ..."why does the phone waste that needed energy to beep every 5 minutes, when it could save that energy for an incoming call?" 

Jake reached over and found the end of the phone charger cord that was plugged in next to his night stand and connected it to his phone, and powered it up.  

As soon as he set it down it started ringing!  The caller ID said, "Old Man Jones"                 

                   It was Doc calling from his mobile phone, he was probably wondering when he was coming get his S-10. "Hello?" Jake said, with a raspy hung over tone. "Aw Jake!  Aw man kid!... [sniff] Where have you been? ... I've been calling you since 3AM? ... Its gone kid! ... My shop is gone!" Jake:  "What's gone, how? ... The shop? ... What? ... What's going on Doc? ... Calm down?"                        

Jake hears c.b. radios and men talking in the background as Doc explains: "There was a fire Jake, Karly's Kustoms burned to the ground last night!"  

Jake, pacing in his boxer shorts: "WHAT?   Ho-lee Shit!   ... Really? ... Get the fuck out of here man... Yer fuckin kiddin me right Doc?  ... Don't fuck around with me! Are you serious?  ... Are you okay? Wait! ... WAIT!  ...IS MY TRUCK OKAY?"

Doc starts to walk toward the shade tree on his property to get way from the fire trucks and dramatic background noise. As he Sat on his heels with his back to the tree, he starts to explain to Jake:

         "Yeah Kid, I'm okay but there is something I gotta tell ya"   "what Doc?"    "Well, you know how it was an old building to begin with right?" ..."Dust balls the size of basketballs in the attic"... "the lift in bay-one has been broke for years, it leaks in the winter and, well...uh"... Jake, clearly frustrated at this point blurts to his boss "C'mon Doc, what are you trying to say man? What happened? My truck ... It's okay right? ... Right Doc?"

           Doc, now a small distance from the shop's tragedy, looks to where Jake's beautiful truck was parked only seeing a pile of smoking embers and burnt lumber. The weight of the burning wall's collapse had turned the dime into a pancake! Doc cleared the frog in his throat before uttering "well the buildings roof collapsed and when it did, it fell through the bay doors in front. And ... pushed the front wall and the doors of the shop... on to your truck.  I'm sorry Jake, Im really, really sorry Kid.  It got crushed and burned when the walls fell in. I'm sorry." Jake, not able to comprehend what was just explained to him, drops the phone on the ground... and slowly sits on the edge of his bed staring out the window.

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 ....JAKE!  "Jake?"   JAKE!  "Jake?" 

Lyle is yelling from the couch in the other room-"JAKE!" Doc is yelling from the phone thats laying on the carpet "JAKE!"  Lyle walks in the room with a puzzled look on his face "dude you look like your gonna hurl bro?" Jake reached down and grasped his mobile phone and pressed END. "What's up dude?" ... "What did old man Jones say?" ... "Are you fired?" "Ha-ha!"-Lyle says, as he hands a freshly packed bong to his roommate.  Jumping up from his two minute stare out of the window, he says to Lyle "We gotta go to the shop man, Doc said the place caught fire last night, burnt the whole place down ... and my Dime ... he said my truck was ... my truck  ...dude,he said the fucking building fell on my truck!"  Lyle hands the lighter to him in disbelief-"first things first bro, smoke that! ... Let me find my keys and then we're out. Word?" Not the kind of guy to let his anger show, he gritted his teeth; pondering the fact that it felt like all this was happening to him at the same time?   

           Just 8 weeks ago his girl friend Morgan, screamed at him in the parking lot at "cruise night" accusing him of staring at some mexican girl. (The truth is, He saw that girl, but he was actually staring at a 1972 Chevy Luv on 20's that was new to the scene, and he could hear the trucks V8 engine swap from where he was standing! ... It just so happened, the girl in question was also leaning in the engine bay.) After the parking lot dispute, Morgan stormed off with her friend Rebecca. Now Rebecca was a Cunt with a capitol "C". She liked to refer to Lyle as "Grease-Monkey" and any time she came over,would always paint Jake out to be a some sort of "Gear head" that only cared about his truck?   

          When he came home from "cruise-night" Jake's girlfriend and Rebecca were already at the house. He parked Doc's shop truck that he was driving at the time, along the curb. Rebecca's car was in his normal parking spot. As he was walking up the drive way, he could see Rebecca's rat dog's snout yapping through the four inch gap in the window [left for it to breathe] on the new Volvo's passenger side. As he passed by the mutt, he took notice that the little dog's nails were scratching the tint at the base of the window.

          When he walked in the front door he could see Rebecca in the kitchen smoking a cigarette. She was glaring at him with an evil looking grin on her face. "Did you know your dog is scratching the tint all up on your car Rebecca!" he said, taking off his hat and slowly pointing to the "NO SMOKING!" sign that Lyle gave him for his birthday years ago. It was mounted and blinking by the hall entrance.

               Everyone knew that Lyle had ripped it off the Denny's wall by the bathroom when he was hammered a few years back. Lyle was drinking all Day and all night. (*Remember Lyle doesn't drink, he's a stoner.) It was the very first year of the"Slam-n-Jam"truck show! He was so drunk that he doesn't remember what he said or did. We were all there to watch him pretend he was "the monkey from Speed Racer" and pull the NO SMOKING sign off the wall. Wires and all!

                "Fuck your stupid sign Jake!" "You smoke!" "Your stupid!"  said Rebecca , knocking her cigarette ash off into a Styrofoam drinking cup with an inch of water in it. "Yes, But I smoke outside!" "Don't I Rebecca?" Thats why you cant find the ash tray ... its outside!"  When he walked into the bedroom and found Morgan drunk, packing her belongings in garbage bags, he started to say he was sorry, but then he thought about how he wasn't even looking at "that girl" and how mad she got over nothing, making a big scene. He turned and, walked out to the garage and slept on his shop couch. He had had enough of her jealousy and drama for one night and figured she would sleep it off at Rebecca's. She would be back in the morning.

               Jake woke up the next day and went into the kitchen. There was a note on the counter that said, 

"You know why I left ... so, fuck off! ...  P.S.  I took the bong and your weed too, asshole!"  He looked over and noticed that the coffee machine was gone and so was Morgan! He dealt with Morgan moving out and was getting over it the best he could. He was working longer hours with Doc and spending more time with Lyle and the boys and lending his fabrication skills to his club. But now THIS! 

             On top of everything, it was the day before "Slam-n-Jam" weekend! He had already pre-paid the forty dollar entry-fee for his truck, paid for a camp spot with electric. And was planning on showing his work to all the guys at the merch booths as well, to get their "feedback"on his work. He even posted a thread on the truck forum saying he was going to "unveil his project" at the show! 

           Then of course, there is that asshole "Mike Flanagan". He is always on the Truck forum acting like his daddy's shop [Flanagan Motorsports] is the coolest thing that our town has ever seen. He was certain that he was going to read something about his "burned truck and loss of job" on some thread that Mike Flanagan had started. 

             Mikes Dad, "Charlie Flanagan" was an old acquaintance of Old man-Doc Jones. The story was told like this ... that years back when Doc and Charlie were just boys in grade school, they both were in love with the same girl. A girl named "Loraine Robinson". One day after school, Charlie challenged Doc to a bike race! The winner would get to ask Loraine to be his girlfriend! The race was to the end of the big field and back.  Some of Doc's closest drinking buddies who tell the story, say it was "a close race." But Doc will tell you straight! "I lost that race ... bad! My foot slipped off the pedals ...twice! I remember some kids were laughing at me too, ha-ha ... and Charlie beat me fare and square!"  But the silver lining of the story is the best part ...

               The next day at school, Charlie Flanagan, feeling like the confident winner, walked up to Loraine and asked her to be his "girlfriend". She replied saying,"I'm sorry Charlie I cant be your girlfriend."  "Sherman Jones asked me yesterday before your race!"  Moments later, little Sherman Jones walked up to Charlie Flanagan and said, "You weren't that fast now were you Charlie?"  It seemed that bicycle racing wasn't Doc's main focus, he "had game" too! Doc and Loraine remained a couple all through high school and eventually got married. The day that Doc's baby girl was to be born, There was a complication during labor. The doctor that was supposed to deliver his child, was petrified when he realized he was going to have to tell Sherman that his wife and child, had both died in child birth. After that day, Doc was never really the same.

               "All right, I found my keys broham, lets bounce!"  Said Lyle, as he was re-entering Jake's room. Jake stood up, not wanting to face the fact that he was about to be driven to the punch-line of one of the worst days of his life so far. When they got about two blocks away they could smell the smoke and still see a faint trail of it going up to the heavens. "Geez, how the hell did that happen Jake?" ... "Do you think we left anything on when we left last night?"  Lyle asks, reaching for his one hitter. "Dude, you fuckin smoke too much Lyle!" "Put that shit away while you're driving!" ... "And no, I don't think we left anything on that could have caught something on fire that could have collapsed the whole fucking building."

           Now,Lyle is a "low rider" ... in ALL sense of the words. From his pants,to his gas gauge. And of course, his mini trucks ride height!  They were about to turn the corner and pull in where the shop's drive way is. And the pavement's incline to Doc's shop was a bit taller then Lyle's B2000 liked, So Lyle reached over and grabbed the AVS switch box to air up his pebble pusher. As the air quickly filled the front bags of the truck, they turned in and started down the short drive way. They saw Doc talking with a Fireman and in the background they saw what was left of Karly's Kustoms and Jake's demolished S-10. It was just as Doc had said. He hung his head in sorrow. The AVS logo on Lyle's switch box reminded Jake of the day he called their office and spoke with the "sales guy". The guy on the phone seemed like Jake's "speed"and in his conversation about their trucks, he discovered that AVS was going to have a booth at Slam-n-Jam this year. He said they were looking forward to seeing Jake's S-10. He thought of having to tell his story, instead of showing his truck to the guys at the booth.

               When Jake saw that their was literally nothing he could salvage from his newly burnt truck, he walked out by the shade tree and yelled at the top of his lungs. (!@#$%*#@) He did what most people do in a situation like this. First, comes the rush of confusion...  Then, an explosion of uncontrolled emotions.  Tears, Fists and Laughter... After that, depression. And finally, asking God "why would you do this to me?"

Lighting a cigarette, He glanced across the road and saw Mike Flanagan sitting in his 2010 Toyota Tundra, tucking massive 28 inch wheels, as it sat on its rockers. It had "Flanagan motorsports"pinstriped on the hood. He had reversed in a stall and was watching the town drama from a far. When Mike noticed Jake starring at him, he lifted his arm out of the window as to say hello. But Jake knew he was really laughing behind that tint! Mike was an arrogant asshole. He was a few years older than Jake. In High school, When Jake was a Freshmen, Mike was a Senior. 

              Back then it seemed that Mike was into what ever was cool or trendy at the time. What ever it was, Daddy paid for it! When the movie "The Fast And The Furious" came out, Mikes father bought him a right hand drive Nissan 240, straight from Japan! It's motor had already been swapped out for a new modded-out SR20det by some Japenese Super Tuners over seas. Mike had the car three weeks. He thought he was a big time drifter and spun the car off the road and smacked a wall and destroyed the body on one side. After that, he was bored with it. With the car totaled, he sold it on Ebay for $500.00 with no reserve! It sold for $510.00? That engine alone was worth $10,000! His dad replaced it with a new Chevy Silverado with an 8 inch lift and 35's... the suspension lift and tires were a "add-on"package from the dealer! Jake thinking back, now wondered why Mike's dad, owning a place that caters to Hot Rods and restored Classics, wouldn't just lift the truck at their shop? 

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 Jake waves to the fire truck driver as they pull out of Doc's shop parking lot. Still in shock from seeing the building and his burnt truck ...  He and Lyle headed over to talk to Doc, now that the Fire Department had left. "What did they say Doc?"  " Chief said, by the time they got here, the front wall had already fell (on the truck)... Jake, he also mentioned he saw Mike Flanagan already parked across the street when they showed up"

           When it comes to reading bullshit, Jake can see it from a mile away. This is why him and Mike Flanagan never got along. Any time he heard Mike saying something false, it didn't take long for him to see Mike eat his words. 

         The newest rumor amongst the truckers was that, "The Tahoe Mike was driving had a custom frame made by another shop in another state!" Thats all fine and good, But Mike was saying [at cruise night] that it was made by "his crew"at Flanagan Motorsports and using it like a Flagship for his dads shop. "Mike is a prick but I don't think he would burn down Doc's shop, do you Jake?" Lyle says, looking like he is doing long math in his head. " I don't know man? I don't know?"  With the show tomorrow, everything that Jake worked for was gone. He lost his girlfriend and his truck and all he could think about now was, how he was going to keep his chin up at the show and how many times he would have to explain why his truck wasn't there. He started contemplating not going at all. 

          Soon as Lyle and Jake got back to the house, Lyle called the boys to give them the bad news, then posted a thread about Karly's burning down. The thread even had a link to a PayPal account that he set up so people could donate to Doc or Jake for all of their loss. "I don't think I'm even going to go tomorrow Lyle!"

"WHAT?  ...What do you mean bro? C'mon Jake, you'll be all right!"  Jake and Lyle stayed in that night talking about what happened and by morning, Lyle had persuaded Jake to go to the show and try to have some fun. As they were getting ready to leave the house, Jake received a text from his Ex girlfriend Morgan. 

"I HEARD WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR STUPID TRUCK, NOW MAYBE YOU CAN GROW UP!" Jake thought to himself,This was going to be a long weird day, and concluded that Morgan was a heartless bitch. "Holy shit Jake, there is a lot of friggen people here this year dude,"  "ey, I have an idea Lyle, Lets park in the stall for the show... the one for the S-10... then we don't have to walk haha"   "Yeah! Its in the shade too"  So they got in line to IN the fairgrounds and when they got to the gate, told the security guard his stall number and name and they drove Lyle's rusted Mazda into the show and parked it in the place that Jake had reserved for his now demolished Dime.

As they got out of the truck Jake noticed that Flanagan Motorsports had a Trailer with a few rides on it next to their booth But Mike's Tahoe wasn't there? Mike's Dad was their yapping loud about something and pointed over toward Jake. As he starts to walk to the booth he stops in shock! "dude is that Morgan working their booth?  Jake?"  "don't do anything stupid bro"  "...Jake?"  

                As he walks up to the booth to question Morgan he is stopped short by Charlie Flanagan (Mike's Dad) and he had a huge black eye.  "hey son, you should tell your boss Doc to watch his mouth the next time I'm around!"   "Look Mr. Flanagan, If you got something you need to discuss with Doc, thats on you. Second, I'm not your 'Son?"   "Well, you tell him anyway! You wouldn't want anything else to happen to him right? We all know why his shop burned down!"  Jake now steaming, realizes that something is fishy?  "Oh yeah? Why did Doc's shop burn down?"   "Karma" Charlie says with a semi drunk grin. "Karma for talking trash kid, the next time he comes to the bar swinging it may end up differently!"  Morgan is pretending not to notice Jake as she folds "Flanagan motorsports" T-shirts about 30ft away in the booth.

Not wanting to deal with her or anyone at this point, Jake decided to walk around a bit by himself to cool off and look at all the finished trucks that he was looking forward to seeing this year at the show. He ran into a few people and had to explain what happened. It was sad. 

             As jake was wandering the lot, he saw a truck out of the corner of his eye on a trailer, It looked like old and he had never seen anything like it. It looked like some vintage mini truck that someone had brought to the show to sell? And Just then Lyle strolled up "man, I've been looking for you! Did you know that Mike Flan...WHOA ,What is that dude?"  "I have no idea but its cool huh? Lets go look!"  "Bro, isn't this the same kinda truck that was on the cover of Minitruckin a few years ago? Y'know that little Blue Datsun that made its way through the scene then disappeared?  "Oh yeah, right, right.. GO-EZ had an army green one too ,right? What are they called?" Suddenly from behind the trucks trailer...."It's a Datsun NL320, this one is rusted to shit but she's all there, they only shipped a few thousand over to the states in the sixties" Says the owner, leaning up on truck as he tapes a FOR SALE sign on it. "Man this thing would be cool wouldn't it Lyle?"  "What do you want for it?"   "Well, I figured one of you boys might want to fix it up, so thats why I brought it down here" "Yeah... well, What do you want for it?" Jake says again. Oh, I figure $1000.00 will do it? ...Them Flanagan motorboys are on their way to look at it now.... She'll sell"  Lyle getting antsy blurts out "forget those guys!"  "Well, Money talks boys, Money talks" Jake knew he had no money and wasn't planning on getting any from the insurance company for the S-10. He slowly just started walking away and left Lyle there, talking to the guy about his old Datsun. 

He knew his dream was to be here today and his nightmare had already happened. Now he was there without his ride, no cruise after the show, no talks around the engine bay, no standing by his truck during judging, no nothing. He started thinking about what Mike's Dad said to him about Doc. Something just didn't feel right. Whats more, Morgan seemed okay with it all... Happy to see him sad. He glanced up and saw two of his friends waving from the beer tent! ...It was definitely beer:30 Lyle runs up behind him "dude I was thinking the same thing!"  ...."You were thinking that Morgan is actually Satan?"  "haha no dude"  "BEER!" 

Lyle chose NOT to tell Jake about Morgan being in the bikini contest this year. He figured he had enuff crap to think about and didnt spoil his beer.