Talking only goes so far. You can explain how bad your week was…how work was insufferable, how the kid is being a mouthy little pain in the left cheek and is sanding down your last nerve with 80-grit, and how you’re ready to just head into a junkyard with a sledgehammer for some old-fashioned stress relief. I’ll admit, I’ve done that. And all you get out of that is paint chips all over you, glass all over creation, and blisters on your hands that you only realize are there after you put the hammer down and walk away. That fun is fleeting. But what else can you do to vent the stress off that isn’t dangerous or threatening?

Banger racing sure seems like the answer. The rules seem to be simple enough: take whatever cheap wreck you can find that still moves under it’s own power, spend some time with a rattlecan customizing it to your tastes, and go out onto an oval track with every other lunatic who feels the same way as you do. Proceed to beat the ever-loving hell out of man and machine in a semi-orderly and highly aggressive fashion until either your car is dead or you are the last one moving, then get out, congratulate the other drivers, and go get some good food and drink. This looks like it’d be good for the soul. And for the chiropractor’s wallet the next day…but therapy isn’t inexpensive, is it?