How I became a full-fledged Kyle Busch fan

Sorry Jimmie, sorry Jeff. I feel terrible having to betray the marque that produced my very first driving experience. The Lumina "Eurosport" I learned to drive with made me feel like Cole Trickle taking down Russ Wheeler at Daytona (ok, it was actually a torque-steery dung heap, I guess anything will do when you're 16), but nostalgia can only take me so far. I just cannot in good conscience cheer for a government-owned car company*, regardless of how many degrees of separation there are between what goes on in Detroit and Charlotte. With four of the top five teams sporting bowties, and a natural resistance to cheering for anything Jack Roush, I may become as disinterested in Sprint Cup as I am in Formula Whatever if this party isn't crashed.



We need you now more than ever, Rowdy.

*for my next challenge: cheer against stick-and-ball teams that play in government-sponsored arenas - good luck with that!