*ALL* I could think of (honestly) is, here I am, loading 15 *bareley legal* (mostly) Mexican girls (cheerleaders FTW!) into my (locked) trailer and hauling them a couple miles to the nearest gas station with my generator running full tilt to make that AC unit COLD... so that when they all got out, they could cut glass...
Ok, cut the last part about the glass - that was pure fantasy through the honest fear.
I could tell that the sponsor was slightly uneasy when I had to latch the door.. *totaly* understanding of the situation, I gave her a radio and my cell phone number, made sure that they both worked.
They were very thankful when they got out, and when they all saw that they were 'safe' in public, the questions about the car came flying out. That was

- what is it, do you race, how fast is (was) it, can I give them a ride, can I park it at their house, etc...
Garrett: Sorry bud, I was already well south of San Antonio... the drive to Ohio would have sucked.