It took a few seconds, but Johnny Reed Foley remembers them vividly. He recalled every harrowing second of Friday's Lap-89 accident at Talladega Superspeedway. He was never knocked out. His radio transmitter flew through an infield camper, fearing the worst from crew chief Ronnie Pressley. He heard everything Pressley said, detecting the concern rising in Pressley's voice. He was hiding his pain well, not limping or hobbling, but clearly in dismay. He was walking somewhat stiffly, getting up to leave his hospital bed news conference to buy a Choco Taco from the local vending machine. He groaned from the pain. "It's been so long since the last bad one, you forget how morbid it feels.'' Foley said. "It's painful. I've had some tough hours since yesterday. I'm sorer this morning than I was after the flips.''

Foley described the crash in chilling detail:

"When the car turned abruptly upside-down, I knew it was going to flip,'' Foley said. "When the roof hit asphalt for the first time I knew I was in trouble. I saw a red flash. It looked like the #46, and then there was smoke. Another car flipped on top of mine at the same time. It was probably Matt (Raboin). I closed my eyes after that. When I woke up, the car stopped and smoke was running under the dash. Wires were burning! The dashboard was knocked upwards, and my legs were parallel to the front sway bar. Part of the valve cover flew onto my lap, with ignition coils glittered across the cockpit. The glycerin inside one of the dashboard gauges had squirted onto my chin, burning it profusely. Needless to say, it was a bad accident."