There?s nothing quite like the feel of racing at 225 mph. Around an oval. With sweat beading up on your brow. And your hands wrapped – white knuckled – around an increasingly slippery steering wheel. The blood curdling whine of your opponent?s engine as he grazes past you… you panic for a moment, thinking about all that?s at stake: it?s not just your rep you?re worried about.
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