Sounds like his agent screamed at him to apologize and shut up.
At Daytona and Talledega, 150 is what they slow down to in the turns.
My advice to Golden Tate, should he ever be foolhardy enough to actually try to race in NASCAR:
Drink a gallon of Colyte prep and take a Fleet enema the night before the race. It’ll make your driving suit a lot more comfortable.
He’s not fit to scrape mud off a redneck’s farm boots.
Yeah, I’m sure there was a front-office intervention there. Something to the effect of, “There’s plenty of pie for everybody, don’t go screwing it up.”