I've never driven a race car. Well, not unless you count the time I drove one of those mini GP cars in Myrtle Beach? I've always wanted to drive, but never had the chance. These days, my back would think otherwise, seeing as how I had a spinal fusion.

I've often thought about what it must be like to be out there on the track; the feeling of power, adrenaline and pure speed. In the short time that I've been writing for the magazine, I've interviewed several drivers, including the great Sammy Swindell. Even though they range in age from 14 to over 50 years of age, they all share common traits that are the backbone of their trade. Mental toughness, confidence, and pride show in every one of them. I've listened to each of them describe their experiences on the track. I've watched them as they stared off into the distance, recalling a race here or event there. I always picture myself in those situations. I imagine as if I am right there with them. This is why writing about these racers is such an awesome experience for me. I get to share their experience and understand what they feel and how they interpret racing.  

In many regards, racers are like the Pony Express riders of the Great American West. They ride their beast into a fury, with danger lurking at every corner. They all have an extreme amount of confidence in what they do. Without it, a racer could never strap into a racecar that has the potential to get them critically or fatally injured. They understand the risks, and they take those risks, knowing that the ultimate prize of winning is worth it. There is not a racer out there that doesn't go the track not expecting to win. Some will say that they just do it for fun, but in each and every one of their minds, they do it for a chance of feeling that euphoria that comes with taking that checkered flag as the victor.

I admire racers, just like I admire fighter pilots, fire fighters, and our brave men and women in uniform. And even more than admiration, I have respect for them. They all put their lives at risk because it's what they choose to do and that in itself, is the ultimate in personal sacrifice.

It's the will to do it, that makes them who they are.