A couple summers ago, Dario Franchitti and I were having lunch at the Workingman's Friend in Indianapolis when Kyle Larson strolled in and we invited him over to eat – after he got carded – the best cheeseburger in town. About 15 minutes into the conversation Larson said he appreciated Dario and I constantly pushing Chip Ganassi to let him run the Indianapolis 500, but could we please back off for a while because the boss was getting a little testy about it. Then later on that season, Ganassi told me to leave the kid alone. "Let him win a few NASCAR races, and then maybe we'll discuss May someday," was the directive. Well, fast-forward to this morning. Larson owns three wins...
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