The boys are back in town.

That's a song from some cheesy rock band called Thin Lizzy, but here it best describes how three brothers living hundreds of miles apart came together last fall to work and live within 10 minutes of each other and somehow live to tell about it.

Who are the three brothers you ask? What a cast of characters: Andy, 33, Clint, 31, and Casey Bowyer, 29. Coincidentally, the ages match up with the car numbers of the Richard Childress Racing stable.

Nevertheless, Andy's character was always, and still may be -- can't confirm this -- the ladies man and prolific writer. As a kid he would wait by the mailbox for his motocross magazine and read it cover to cover.

Clint was apparently the smelly kid in class, always dirty from playing outside and carried an impact wrench everywhere he went. Also, not much of a talker; he was the strong silent type.

On the opposite end of the spectrum was Casey. Said to be the real ladies man of the bunch, he had the best looking hair of any 12-year-old in their hometown of Emporia, Kan. It was permed, complete with Bosworth lines on the side and, boy, was he a smooth talker. It's no surprise he went on to manage a Chevrolet dealership by age 20.

Growing up, the trio was inseparable and the only three activities that mattered were eating, sleeping and racing. That was it -- eat, sleep and race dirt bikes. Wash, rinse and repeat. That was the life until the boys started peeling off and leaving the nest in their mid- to late teens. Andy went to California and then West Virginia for motocross, Clint went south for stock cars and Casey got married and started a family in Kansas.

Since then, the Bowyer boys never lived in the same area code, let alone zip code. Until now.

That was the case for at least a decade until the middle child put out an SOS ... or maybe he just got lonely and missed his brothers. (Continued)