I'm not a car guy. The subway gets me where I need to go efficiently and cheaply, and I don't worry about traffic.

When I'm in town on Sundays, I sometimes go down to the Central Bar in the East Village to watch English football. But my natural inclination now is to get in the car with my wife and kids and get out of town.

A man from a primitive culture who sees an automobile might guess that it was powered by the wind or by an antelope hidden under the car, but when he opens up the hood and sees the engine he immediately realizes that it was designed.

Because I'm a young black man driving a really nice, expensive car, I sometimes get harassed when I'm rolling through a ghetto neighbourhood.

I feel comfortable around every driver out there and each driver is in charge of their own car, but you feel very secure racing the competition out there.

There are going to be little victories that we claim, even if it's finishing 15th and putting the car back in hauler without a scratch on it.

This is like my dad's race team where we had one Legend car. If we wrecked it, we couldn't race the next week unless we had enough parts to put it back together again.

So there is going to be that balance of understanding how to get the best out of the car that day, whether it's 15th or even if I have a shot at a top 10, protecting that car so we can bring it back when we have to.

It's just that fun atmosphere, working on the car, being with the guys. This is exactly what I needed.

James Finch is exactly what I'm looking for, as far as getting back into the race car to have fun.