There is a definite satisfying symmetry to a three-by-three grid. Think of the solved edge of a Rubik’s cube, your Instagram top nine, or the tied-up terminus of a round of tit-tat-toe with your nephew when the board is finally full and you do not have to play anymore. Like...
There is understeer. There’s oversteer. And then there is a four-wheeled slide through an unavoidable spackle of rubber marbles that have built up through a quick, prolonged sweeper. A highlight reel of every other Indy 500 crash zips through my brain, as driver after driver goes off line, catches the...