The Baltimore Grand Prix is famous for big-money wrecks but this one stands out, insofar as it’s the worst kind of crash a racer can have: one that happens before you get to do any racing at all. The Sunday-evening quarterbacking’s been intense, with various people being assigned blame. One name being thrown around is Scott Tucker, primarily because he’s the most high-profile pay driver in the melee. Jalopnik wrote a long story about Mr. Tucker’s business practices in the past. As a former manager of a check-cashing store, your humble E-I-C pro tem has a thorough and visceral distaste for that miserable, repulsive business, so the less I say about that the better. Let’s just say that Mr. Tucker can certainly afford to buy himself a new prototype. The question will be: are the rest of the participants in the crash just as well-off? In high-end sports-car racing, you never really know.