NASCAR need to stop this!

After the Talledega race, due to which my nearest and dearest expects at least one car to finish in its roof, she was all too eager to support me in my epic bout of sleep deprivation.

In that she left enough biscuits to see me through the night.

So, imagine the mildly twisted glee on her face the following morning (OK, it was the afternoon) when I informed he that, while not on his roof, Kyle Busch crossed the line with his car resembling the Airfix model of a B-17 I made when I was 13, after it had been stood on, by a size 7.

She made me - I cannot emphasise the order of words there enough - to record the highlights program the following day, of which she fast forwarded through 159 laps of racing only to watch the crash from every angle, several times, with