Alright, I tried it. I went back to toe-out, and suddenly the back straight was super easy. Return the wheel to center out of the straight entrance corner, and whammo: car locks onto a straight line down the straight. I like-ee.
When someone is intent on excelling in an otherwise laudable manner, does he not desire to inflict pain on others by means of his exalted status and enjoy the envy he arouses? Is there not an anticipated delight in an artist's ability to defeat his artistic rivals, which heightens his euphoria in creation?