Revenge-Seeking Mustang Driver Fakes A Breakdown Then Punts Race Leader Off Track

Screencaps via Nick Feathers
Screencaps via Nick Feathers

A Mustang driver at the Sports Car Club of America Runoffs went full Cars and Coffee with one of the most egregious revenge-seeking moves I’ve seen in ages. Never go full Cars and Coffee. Never, ever go full Cars and Coffee.


The Runoffs are the grand finale of the SCCA season—their national championship weekend where divisional champions and other top club racers from across the nation are invited to attend.

According to Nick Feathers’ description of the video on Facebook, yellow Mustang driver Tom Sloe had been kept from taking the lead at the start of the American Sedan race by Andrew McDermid, who was driving a white Mustang.

With two laps left, Sloe coasted to a stop at the bottom of a hill with what everyone initially assumed was a mechanical issue, but really wasn’t. Sloe appears to have rolled back down the hill from Turn 5 to Turn 4 in neutral so he would a better angle to spot oncoming traffic, per Feathers’ description.

After the car of Ed Hosni had a mechanical issue, McDermid was leading the race. With his car’s engine still running, Sloe started moving again on the last lap when McDermid was in view and then proceeded to punt McDermid off track at Turn 6. Fans at the race were shocked at what they’d just watched, according to Feathers. It’s pretty rare to see a move that blatant at an SCCA race.

Despite the fact that Sloe had dive-bombed McDermid’s right rear into a spin, McDermid was able to keep his position and win the race. According to Feathers, he even did a big burnout in front of Sloe’s car on the victory lap.


Winning may be the best revenge, but that wasn’t the only thing Sloe will have to deal with after intentionally wrecking someone out. SCCA’s Stewards of the Meet determined that Sloe should lose three positions in the results, and have his SCCA competition license suspended for one year—including for next year’s Runoffs at Indianapolis Motor Speedway, per a SCCA representative. Sloe appealed the decision, and the appeals court upheld the initial ruling.

Dude, thou shalt not cause intentional wrecks. I’m sure other Mustang racers would appreciate being left out of the “Mustang must find mayhem” Cars and Coffee meme, too.


UPDATE: The SCCA Board of Directors later voted to suspend Sloe’s membership indefinitely, per a press release that came out after this article first went live.

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As a guy with a long oval track background who’s found himself running against road racers on more than a couple of occasions, I know that leaning on road racers is considered exceedingly poor form. By them.

But it sure is fun to piss them off.

My favorite time I laid into a road racer was after an SCCA weekend at the old Texas World Speedway. Stef might appreciate this ...

In the early ‘80s there used to be a go-kart track a short distance from the track in College Station. For all I know, it may still be there. After spending a regionals race in the middle of the pack in Sports Renault/Formula Go-Slow, then backing it into the ditch outside of Turn 1 midway through my first nationals race, I was ready to run just about anything else. We’d gone to the kart track a couple of times before, and whenever they saw us coming in dragging our own helmets they’d clear the course of innocent civilians and let us have at it.

So after Sunday dinner, a group of us went to the go-kart track to, uh, decompress. The first race, I was lucky enough to draw the fastest kart. By a lot. It was so bad that I stopped on track and let the field pass me so I could carve through it again.

After the first race, we all got out of the karts to pick different ones. A rival literally pushed two folks out of the way to get into that fastest kart. I got in one just behind him. We were flagged off, and in the second corner he took a wide line into the turn because he knew there wasn’t a kart on the track that could beat him by dive-bombing him with an inside line.

I didn’t even try. I just didn’t back off and when he cut across me to approach the apex, I put the nose of my kart square into the back of his and popped him.

It worked better than I hoped and I lifted him perfectly over the low guardrail inside the corner, planting him in the grass inside the turn. That time, the course workers had enough of us and called us all in to retrieve the drop-kicked go-kart.

“You-you-you bumped me.” he stammered.

“Bumped you Hell!” I answered calmly. “I rammed you.” He was incredulous, but the rest of our crew cracked up.