FONTANA, Calif. -- There was no time to think. Not here, at the Auto Club 500, where hesitation is the difference between a champagne bath and a fiery wreck. No sir, this is NASCAR on a race day, when you act first and douse the flames later. So in a second's time, I close my eyes, hope fate's wind will carry me softly, and make my decision.
I will, indeed, tuck in my two-sizes-too-large Alltel crew shirt, and brush my hair.