It’s about all he talks about most days. As he sat there pushing them back and forth, sending them flying through the air, and careening them into each other, he was giving me a play by play. Constant chatter. And I must listen intently to every word of it or he gets frustrated. So I sat for more than half an hour listening to the exploits of his racing cars and their dare-devil adventures. It’s not a bad way to spend part of a Saturday afternoon.