Nascar Crash Course

NASCAR Crash CourseTwilight dissolves over the Alabama pinewoods. I wheel our third-rate motor home into the gravel parking lot outside Talladega Superspeedway and barrel toward where I imagine the infield to be–the site, legend has it, of an ancient Indian burial ground. It's also the biggest infield in all of NASCAR, a place whose atmosphere my friend Boudreaux, a great American poet, will later describe as a cross between Mardi Gras and a National Scout Jamboree, as administered by the Italia...