The action is definitely heating up. The other guys don’t let me draft them, once we got oback on that long straight they opened up the gap and I settled for 4th. Back at Daytona, all they did was leap frog each other. They’re drafting off each other and slingshotting off each other. At Daytona you need to get a draft out of the chicane to start a fresh lap and get the best top speed going into turn one, and they’d look over their shoulder, sit up and pull off the line, and come to a crawl, getting me to blow by them, then they’d try to use me for the draft. They all work together but I just put my head down and qualified fourth anyway. Even though they were leapfrogging on the banking, I still won by 19 seconds. I did in front of Eric Buel and his whole entourage. Then I went to Road America for the second round, and never having seen the track, I qualified for that, too. They’re starting to squeeze me, one will come up on the outside, one on the inside, they’re like an inch from my front axel. I guess I expected a little more sportsmanship out there.