It is not the critic who counts; not the man on the message board who points out how the smart man stumbles, or where the driver of toyotas could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the vehicle, whose face is lit by sunlight off the dashboard; who drives valiantly; who errs, who has to circle back again and again, because there is no parking close to the g0dd@m finish line; but who does actually drive to do the BQ; who knows great narcissisms, the great self-promotion; who drives himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of 32 miles per gallon, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while driving greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid letsrun souls who neither know victory nor culinary arts.