Last time I went to Miller Motorsports Park, I wound up with pneumonia from a day digging at the Salt Flats. This time it wasn't quite that bad, but when I crawled out of bed from the first night of fever, knelt on the cold wood floor, and spit bloody pieces of a tooth into my hand, I have to admit that I made a few hasty and ill-considered vows to never again visit the Beehive State. Then I examined my mouth in the mirror. I'm currently, ahem,