I got to see it, too. He did wad it up, but good.
After driving the mess back to the pits, Travis hopped out of the wreck and sprinted over to the backup car. As he was running from the smoking hulk, I couldn't help but think that Travis was trying to avoid having a Dr. in a white coat shining a light in his eyes and asking how many fingers.
Luckily, he seemed to be fine, charisma and smile intact. But anybody who rolls a race car should at least have a cursory exam before they take the controls of the next car. Love his enthusiasm, but his judgement is a little suspect sometimes.