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It's that time again. As if it wasn't bad enough to have been told recently that NASCAR is better than Formula 1 because it's 'more dangerous' (ask my father about how much fun 'dangerous' racing is), I woke up this morning to a dream about a wild motor-racing accident. The last time I had a vivid accident dream, I was horrified to learn that Tony Renna had been killed in IRL testing at Indianapolis that morning. Of course, after Takuma Sato's huge crash yesterday at Jerez, it was odd to dream about a Williams flying through the barriers at what must have been the inaugural Tokelau Grand Prix. (Pleasantly enough, I only dream about tropical Grands Prix.) Now I find that Sato had ANOTHER accident today. And no obvious mechanical problem. I can only assume that my will is actually, as I thought, virtually almighty, or that BAR are throwing some seriously drunken machinery into the fray next month.