Thomas Kinkade and NASCAR. What more could you ever really want in life? Is it possible to say that someone who only paints heart-warming, snow-covered cottages and glowing lamposts has sold out? I’m sure that most Americans (namely the ones in City Market) will look at this painting and think, “Americuh . . . Fuck Yeah,” but when I look at it, all I can ask myself is where is Ricky Bobby?