So focused is he on the task at hand in his race car that he often sounds quite calm. On days like Sunday, when he decimated the Dover field, he sounds borderline philosophical. I'll catch 'em sooner or later. The car is great, guys. When Stewart is in that mode, the rest of the field might as well wave the white flag.
Resistance is futile.
On the bad days, though, that adrenaline comes back to haunt him. All of a sudden, the car stops, he climbs out, and the adrenaline is still pumping wide open. Those are the times he stomps out of a garage area, still radiating the heat of battle. If he could just learn to pull himself away from the fray, go into his truck to get back in his right mind and compose himself before confronting the public, his image would be infinitely better. He has made progress recently in this area, but no one wants him to succumb to the brainwashers who would script his every move.