F!? Give me a break. Those little princess cars can't even bump each other without falling apart all over the track. And they have those little rice and lasagna engines whining like a two-stroke go cart. No thanks.
Give me big American V-8's, three wide at 190, bumping off each other, bump drafting, and victory by .08! Give me a race where the cars finish looking like they were in a demolition derby and still running. Give me a race where a driver can tag another one in the rear quarter and sneak by underneath in turn four for the victory. Retaliation rocks at the Rock. Bitch Slap at Bristol and the scary Big One at Talladega. Nervous cars entering turn one sliding on the exit to the wall and giving it a gentle tap with the right rear.
And.... did I mention entering turn three, three wide at 190, bouncing off each other...
Boogity...Boogity...Boogity...Let's go racin'.
