behind the wheel
american way: what's it really like behind that wheel?
waltrip: the intense concentration it takes to drive a car 180
miles per hour for four hours, and then everything else, it's just
anguish. the heat wears you out. you're breathing in fumes. the
engine's [a] constant roaring in your ears. your eyes are burning
from the carbon monoxide. and it's 140 degrees in the cockpit, and
there's just no way to get comfortable. everything hurts. your arms
when tv viewers see the in-car camera, the driver is just locked
in. you've got to hold on tight, almost like a death grip on the
steering wheel, and your concentration is dead ahead. you don't
want to leave anything out there. and when you finally stand up,
the blood rushes to your head, and you think you're going to pass
out. buddy, when the race is over with, win or lose, you're just
american way: how crazy is it driving three cars wide at super
speedways like daytona and talladega?
waltrip: it's insane. you hold the car wide open; you ride the
brakes a little. you can't lift off the throttle. you've got cars
everywhere, and you never know what the guy beside you is going to
do. the cars are being blown around by all the air circulating
around them, so you might drive in under a guy and you've got the
wheel turned left but the car goes straight. you bump into him, he
goes sideways, someone else runs into his back - you're constantly
driving every car around you, not just your own. and all the time
you're asking, where's my opening?
american way: does it take a certain personality to get into a
waltrip: it's all in the helmet. you meet 90 percent of the
guys away from the racetrack, and you wouldn't know they were race
car drivers. they're family men, very charitable. they're not crazy
and wild. but something happens, i don't care who they are, when
they get inside that roll cage and put that helmet on, and their
personality totally changes. - c.