Well, at least the good thing is that when that happens, they'll bang out the dents and she'll get back on the track and actually race. This is of course in stark contrast to being put into the wall in an Indycar, resulting in disintegration into a rain of nickel-sized carbon-fiber shards, followed by an indignant walk back to the mobile home to towel off and sip some Chardonnay. When Indycars are less fragile than glass unicorns, I'll watch. Until then, go Danica.