You can communicate to the driver all you want.
Ultimately the driver is the one who has control of the foot resting on the loud pedal (and the slow pedal).

The caterer describes it as "aggressive."

Considering the amount of money involved, I'm going to guess there are pharmaceutical engineers in a mobile R&D lab out back creating designer hallucinogens just for partygoers.

The problem exists:

I have a friend who went to Amber Lounge last year at CotA.

What about your bus-driving colleagues behind you?

Good luck convincing the landlord of your tiny rental flat that you need a 10x12 shed in the driveway for your motorcycle.

I have to give you a Nelson, only because you tried to be cool about it by leaning up against the bus all cool like and failed miserably.

Losing your footing on one of these means amputation, it appears.

And a chick magnet!

Having taken a 2 year old to the inaugural USGP, I can tell you that it's VERY family friendly.
Be mindful of those imbibing more than their share, though.

Mr. Buxton...

Last year, did you coordinate the color of pants you wear on-air with Pirelli's tire compounds for that race?
Or is it just humorous, fashionable(?) coincidence?

Oooooo!
Matt's gonna be pissed!

I-10 in West Texas between Sonora & Van Horn.

You dn't need Chrome for any of these "hacks".
With the exception of the 'page info', they're all functionality built into Google's search engine, which can be accessed from ANY browser.

From the description of your first one: "Indy/Cart/LeMans/etter-cetter-rah."
All rightey then.

You must be thinking of me?

There's a Cold War joke in here somewhere.

1940 Dodge Power Wagon Command Car 4WD

Two too many doors to make this cool.