The car zoomed around the track hitting speeds up to 150 miles per hour. The driver had little warning when his hands suddenly jerked the steering wheel hard to the right. The car trying to pass him on the outside almost spun out of control but managed to keep a hold of the road. 

"Oh! And Jeff Gordon side swipes Kyle Bush! I can't believe what I'm seeing folks! This is not like him!" The announcer was not the only one worried. All race Mr. Gordon had been making dangerous moves. 

Even his pit-crew was trying to calm the man down. "What the hell was that man! Jeff! If you can't hold it together out there, you're going to need to pull into the pits and call it a day. We can't have you crashing out there."

"I didn't do that on purpose! My hand just slipped! I'm fine!" Jeff did not want to give up on this race. It was the last race of the season and he had to place first or second. 

His pit-crew was less than pleased with his response, "Well, that makes the sixth time you've '[i]slipped[/i]' already, and we're not even halfway through the race! Maybe you should let us take a look at your power steering."

"No! I'm fine. I got this!" Why was he being so unreasonable? He couldn't understand it. It's like there was a tiny voice in his head pushing him forward, regardless of how reckless he was becoming. 

Everything seemed to settle down for a while after that. The final lap was approaching and Jeff was having no more slip ups. Then the oppritunity presented itself, he could take first. He didn't even need to come in first to lift the grand trophy, not when first place was some low ranking driver. But the voice was returning. 

[b]Leech[/b] kept repeating the same thing over again. "If you're not first, you're last. If you're not first, you're last. If you're not first, YOU'RE LAST!" Little did Jeff realize that he had started chanting these words out loud. His crew was yelling at him to calm down, but it wasn't getting through. The voice in this head was all that mattered. He had to make this pass! He had to stop the man in front! He had to end this race! He had to see fire! 

The front passenger side of Jeff's car hit the back end of the car in front, causing both drivers to loose control. Car after car smashed into what was becoming the biggest crash in NASCAR history, and Leech was loving every second of it.