Actually he ran me into the wall on the backstretch, which is what caused the ill handling, before the lower left rear spring mount broke off, it broke from ramping into the infield the first time right after my front end was bent to hell. Nothing has been handled; he left as I was still on the hook going through pits. Smart man... because at that moment few things could have really calmed me down. And it was no racing thing; it was Tim is used to racing the pavement where there is no side by side racing and only three other cars to worry about, so unless it’s in the corner they are not next to you, unlike the dirt where we run anywhere and everywhere. He needs to remember that and pay attention to his surroundings.