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.

However you want to look at it, Clint needed help, but he didn't want it from any stranger in a suit. He needed Casey, the one who could sell salt to a snail, the one who could talk the money right out of your pocket. He also needed Andy, the writer and creative one of the three. Their talents together could keep Clint operating full speed in the fast-paced world of NASCAR and give the middle child some peace of mind that his brothers were there to protect his assets. They were there to protect that too, if you know what I mean.

Casey left his successful position at the dealership and home on the golf course for Welcome, N.C. Andy left, umm ... well ...

"Nothing," he said. "I was in West Virginia living off ramen noodles, not exactly what I wanted, but I wanted to be writing. I also wanted to help my brother out when he needed it."

Casey agreed Clint needed the help and said relocating was an easy decision. When your brother calls, you go.

His new gig: "My job is to make it so the only thing Clint has to worry about is making his car fast," said Casey, the youngest but now the boss of the Bowyer brothers, in a manner of speaking, because he writes the big checks and handles the crucial contracts for his brother, the Cheerios frontman.

"That still freaks me out," Casey laughed. "Walking through the grocery and seeing my brother's face on a cardboard cutout."

Andy is president of the Clint Bowyer Fan Club, and no, that's not just to say he's a big fan of his little brother. He is actually the president of the official club.

Writing blogs, updating information and ordering merchandise falls under his job description among others things that keep his brother's life in order.

And keep in mind the brothers aren't there in North Carolina just to serve Clint. The brothers share a mutual respect and work as a partnership.

"After the first six months to a year we found our pecking order, pushed here and not there, and figured it out," Andy said. "All in all, it's a pretty cool deal and it's pretty fun walking to driver intros shoulder to shoulder with Clint at the Daytona 500. That is a very cool deal."

Looking back to the days when the boys played Hot Wheels on the cul-de-sac, Casey figured they'd always end up together.

"It was always the three of us against the world, or at least the neighborhood anyway, so I knew eventually we would be together," Casey said. "It's what families who race do."

And it's exactly what the Bowyer brothers have done.