Talladega

There are thrills ... and then there's driving at Talladega.

Mere words cannot begin to describe what it's like to pull out onto the backstretch in a race car prepared by the Dale Jarrett Racing Adventure. They can't fully encompass the all-out rush of getting a clear race track and putting your foot full to the floor.

To say it was awesome is an insult. Cool? Yeah, but it was more than that. Way more.

To turn under somebody and pass them at speed ... nope ... there's no way to put it into words. What's even more incomprehensible is that my best lap speed -- two of my 20 laps were at just a tick over 165 mph -- was nearly 25 mph slower than the pole speed for the last Cup race at Talladega.

So ... no. Jeff Gordon has nothing to worry about. Not from me, at least. Not at Talladega.