The article calls him "the best driver never to have won a Sprint Cup championship" -- a term with which Mark Martin and Kyle Busch might take issue -- but that's not what's got the proverbial garage proverbially buzzing. Since this is Maxim, the focus isn't on bump-drafting ... well, not on the track, at least. Consider this passage on Vickers' evenings:
Vickers follows the old routine: an insanely fastidious fitness regimen (hard biking, yoga, healthy meals) combined with hard drinking spells that fuel his relentless, connoisseur’s pursuit of [er ... let's just say "female companionship"] in all its forms. BV’s evenings can play out like the young-money equivalent of racetrack pileups: He gains velocity by consuming untold vodkas, lurches from club to bar to club, and staggers home with women in multiples. Whether he remembers anything the next morning is a crapshoot.
It's reminiscent of the Tony Stewart article in Rolling Stone from a couple years back, in which he said that all he cares about is "[female companionship], money and race cars," and indeed, both articles were written by the same writer, Mike Guy. (Fair warning for when he calls, drivers; he's going to expect you to talk about [female companionship.])
Anyway, while this may not make NASCAR brass too happy, it's not terrible. Having one of your drivers portrayed as a wealthy, partying icon of the smooth single dude isn't the worst thing in the world. Though I imagine the Red Bull hauler has become a much more popular tourist destination this week, if you catch our drift.
Back in the Fast Lane [Maxim]
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