See, the other guy and I never saw the checkered flag, so we kept racing for three more laps. I saw my mechanic, Jim Doyle, out on the track waving his arms, trying to get us to slow down. I didn't know what he was trying to do. Then we hit the back straight and a big Cadillac had pulled onto the track to try to stop us. That's when we realized something wasn't right. So we made our way back to the pits. The track official with the checkered flag came over and got right up in my face, yelling at me. My dad, Buster, told him to shut up and shoved him. At that point everyone had to get involved to keep a full-blown fistfight from breaking out.Thinking about it still makes me laugh. Who says the race is over when the checkers come out? If it hadn't been for all the commotion, I guess that guy and I would have just kept on racing till one of us crashed or ran out of gas.