Good evening. Less than hour ago, I, a stock car driver from Las Vegas, joined others from around the world, not in victory, but in failure. For the first time ever I came in dead last. It's something that's happened to many of us throughout the history of mankind and our need for competition.
Mankind -- that word should have new meaning for all of us today.
We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore.
We will be united in our common failures.
Perhaps its fate that today is the 21st of February, and like failure - February starts with F. And I am now fighting - which also starts with F. No, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution -- but to save face. Which also starts with F.
I'm fighting for my right to win. My right to kick ass.
And next Sunday. When I win the day, with my best time ever, the month of February will no longer be known as the month I failed, but as the month when I declared:
"I will not go quietly into the night!
I will not vanish without a fight!
I'm going to drive on!
I'm going to win!"
Today, I celebrate my failure. And tomorrow, after I've eaten this whole pie, I'm going to drop the god damn hammer.