You are closing in on NASCAR driving champion Tony Stewart on the backstretch at Talladega Superspeedway. The speedometer, if you had one (stock cars don't--what's the point?), would be reading north of 150 m.p.h., but you're still south of Tony. And you need to pass him for the checkered flag, the Nextel Cup points and the adulation of the 150,000 or so NASCAR nuts who regularly show up every weekend. As you get closer to Stewart's rear bumper, a couple of things start to happen, not all of them good. First, Tony gets ticked off. Don't worry--Tony gets ticked off at everyone sooner...
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