Imagine a speedway so fierce, drivers tremble in its presence. First, visualize the track. I want you to be its fans, the aficionados in the stands. The fans are in rows of multicolored seats, rusted from years and years of wear and tear. Every seat is filled with excitement: passionate, rednecks wearing the number of their favorite driver, holding a beer in one hand and a hotdog in the other, cheering on the action. The announcers and spotters lie above. They dillgently work. As pitstops are underway, the pit crew rapidly changes tires, fills up the tank, and makes an adjustment to the car, all in 14 seconds. The cars are four wide, trading paint as they head into turn four. And, the checkered flag waves, the winning driver burnsout infront of his loyal fans in appreciation of their support. The race has ended, but is not yet over.
