Shit, I can do this.'"Stewart went from three-quarter midgets to midgets, and then to sprint cars.
He exhales heavily."Getting home at dawn's pretty depressing," he says. Mementos line the living-room walls: racing trophies, a football autographed by Indianapolis Colts coach Tony Dungy, helmets signed by NASCAR buddies like Ryan Newman (who is joining him as a driver at Stewart-Haas Racing) and Kyle Busch, who has scrawled in silver marker, "Tony, I'm coming for you!
It's a crisp night at the Phoenix International Raceway, and Stewart's No.
20 Home Depot Toyota — "Rides like a soapy dishrag!
The house has the unlived-in feel of an extended-stay hotel, mostly because, like his father, Nelson, a former medical-supply salesman, Stewart spends much of the year on the road. "Put it in a book."Stewart was born on May 20th, 1971, in Columbus, a small blue-collar suburb south of Indianapolis.
Aside from some dirt-track racing newsweeklies and copies of Healthy Pet, there's no reading material. When he was five years old, his father bought him an old go-cart.