Pumpkin seeds and Mountain Dew.

They look good, when done correctly.

Even better is the clueless dolts who stand up as soon as the wheels touch down seat belt light goes out. They stand there hunched over like a saggy old question mark for five or ten minutes, while the rows ahead of them empty out.

Keep in mind they count all season ticket holders as in attendance, if they’re at the game or not.

Except when he has the wheel pointed straight.

It’s almost like drivers turn the wheel anyway, even though they know the steering is broken and half the wheels aren’t on the ground.

Not estimating... just watching the steering wheel.

I like how Rahal steers down and gives Bordais a parting shot at the end of his slide.

McLaren can derail its IndyCar future all on its own.

We don’t need no stinkin’ robots!

Robots don’t punch a clock, or take a break, or call in sick, or file workers comp claims, or post on Jalopnik, or a shit ton of other unproductive things humans do.

Steal the robot and reprogram it to steal packages.

Harsh, but on the right track. Crossing fingers that his nic gets switched to something along that line without delay!

Don’t even need to wait for a foul tip.

Young Frankenstein too. What knockers! (Google it. It’s not what you think.)

My spine puckered at the sight of that.

Been that way all day.

Wonder if little Eaton will be bottle fed.