I have to turn my brain off from my Richmond duties to driving that car, which is pretty therapeutic for me.

Steve and I are good teammates because we communicate well with each other. Our driving style is very similar and our lap times tend to be alike. We recognize this is a 24-hour race, not a 24-minute race, and it's important to make sure you're around at the finish.

He awoke on the desert gliding at seventyfive, to see a single great headlight topping a rise not far off and bearing toward him. Vaguely he remembered being under the eye of the law most of the night, pursued by cops in white cars like their uniforms, so he slowed her to an unreasonable speed and crept on with two restless wheels in the sand. Ahead of him the light veered off to the right, out of disappointment or what, and it appeared to rise quickly into the air. He soon saw why: it was the moon being chased by the sun.

A bad driving and not even trying!

He's probably pretty good at driving they drive four wheelers all their lives.

You are driving a car and it will maybe eventually start going in the wrong direction. But it is your life, you are holding the steering wheel.