Released on Tuesday this week, "Chicken Soup for the Soul: NASCAR" contains a series of inspirational stories and motivational essays from drivers, crew chiefs and owners. The book is sure to become an instant classic, right up there with "Inside Herman’s World: The Kenny Wallace Story" and "Jeff Gordon: Racing Back to the Front and then Racing Back to the Back."

Amongst the inspiring words and touching stories of hope and commitment, several stories were left out. Here are a few of the submissions that didn’t make the final book:

Quite often I’ll be driving home from the track when I see a pretty girl I want to talk to. It took me years to work up the courage to talk to them, but then I learned the secret to getting people to like you: you speed up and run into their car. Then you and the girl have something in common (the wreck) and you are guaranteed to get her phone number (when you exchange insurance info).

It’s hard to say goodbye to someone when you’ve been through so much together. So whenever I’ve had to breakup with a girlfriend or crew chief, I’m really honest with them. I wait until we’ve just started something really big together (like a marriage or race season) and then I pack up all their things in a box and tell them, "You’re going to live with Carl Edwards now."

People think that it’s been easy for me, but I’ve had my share of disappointments.  I know what it feels like to have your heart ripped out and stepped on.  I’ve learned over the years to just let it roll off your back.  For instance, while I was celebrating my fourth straight Championship title on my private plane with my celebrity friends like Tom Cruise and Angie Harmon, I thought about the other 42 drivers and how they were pretty disappointed that they didn’t win… and then I let that disappointment roll off my back, like the Champaign that my model/wife had just poured on me.

My temper has gotten me into some trouble in my racing career, but I’ve learned to succeed by being a really patient person…  Unless it’s someone who wants to interview me after 5 pm, I have no patience for that…  And I also have no patience for guys driving slower in front of me…  And people that ask me to write inspirational stories can really bust my chops… And while we’re talking about it, I’ve never really liked the letter T, I get really mad when I see that letter. Just seeing it now is driving me crazy!

So I’m supposed to write about a time where good manners have made a difference in my life?  Wait, is my piece going to be listed underneath Jimmie Johnson and Juan Pablo Montoya’s?  I’m not interested. Pardon my French, but it will be a cold day in hell before the name "Kevin Harvick" is listed underneath Johnson and Montoya. Take your good manners and shove it.