Did Fernando Horta actually race in Detroit, or did he just drop in to check the tarmac quality before heading for a cold Brahma? GALVÃO BUENO: LAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Welcome to the motor city madness! The #12 DeTomaso Pantera of Fernando Horta launched into the stratosphere, touched the heavens, and then instantly vaporized into a 1-lap DNF! It is absolute pandemonium on the streets of Detroit! FRED FLINTSTONE: Yabba-dabba-doo, Galvão! My foot brake had more stopping power than that Brazilian wagon! But look at Michael Menden taking the overall win in his #58 Chevrolet Corvette after 15 laps of pure asphalt pounding, beating Peter Muecke's #89 Capri by just ten seconds! GALVÃO BUENO: Quiet, Fred! We interrupt this screaming for a word from our sponsor, Bedrock Brontosaurus Burgers — chew until your teeth fall out! Meanwhile, Claus Damgaard dragged his #84 Pantera to 5th, while Bill Shepherd squeezed the #72 Ford Falcon into 4th place overall! Absolute madness!
Scooby-Doo (Mystery Machine Gazette): Fernando, looking at your solitary lap of glory before the suspension gave up, would you say you were spooked by a ghost or just hungry for Scooby Snacks?
Fernando Horta (Driver - #12 Pantera): Look, Scoob, the car felt great for about four hundred meters until it decided to reenact a cartoon anvil falling from the sky. At least I didn't stick around to watch Menden collect the silverware.
Velma Dinkley (Coolsville Tribune): Jinkies, Horta. With a best lap of 2:32.094 on that single tour, isn't it obvious that meddling kids sabotaged your valve springs?
Fernando Horta (Driver - #12 Pantera): Exactly, Velma. It was old man Withers in the timing tower. Now please stop asking questions and help me find my wallet.
