Exactly. By the halfway mark, only Glotzbach and Petty are on the same lap with Allison, and on Lap 190 Allison takes care of half the problem by passing Glotzbach high in the third turn. Allison has passed both high and low in that difficult corner. It is a virtuoso performance, but one that will go largely unappreciated.
There are no more heroics. Late in the race, Petty lets his pace slacken, thoroughly defeated. Allison, too, slows slightly and runs out the final 50 laps without incident.
Slowly now, the 18 cars still running make their way to the garage area. They and the others that have retired earlier are no longer beautiful. They are battered and streaked with oil and dirt, and their weary drivers leave them quickly. The postmortems are without emotion and the celebrations few. The grandstand and infield empty and the long journey home begins. Amid the debris, a deputy prods a sleeping man who has lost the weekend. He rises to his feet, eyes glazed and a stubble on his chin, and walks into the fading light.