Sasha had to serve out of the way, but her tire got caught on the other guy's and the truck flipped, rolling over and over. She ducked down and held onto the wheel, trying not to get crushed by the ceiling of her truck, which was being crushed down on top of her as she rolled. Once she stopped, she looked up to see that the truck was on its side. She unbuckled and kicked the window out, the glass shattering against the now totaled truck. "And I thought this truck was beat up before this..." she said to herself. She didn't crawl out yet, and she just sat there in her broken truck, trying to stop being so dizzy.