Eyes made up like two burn-holes in a blanket. Still, I'm on her side too.

Lewis does not want a teammate that will press him, thought he would be presumptive No. 1, baby Rosberg it a bit too quick, another thing not to like about Lew-Lew.

Far better it is to dare mighty things, though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor souls who neither venture much nor suffer much, for they exist in a grey twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

I'll give you that. The in-car camera guy uses great lines later in the clip and seems to be a good hustler of the beast. But driving unfettered is one thing, racecraft is another, and a "screw Patience, I'm gonna kill something" attitude does not work long term.

People who don't like racing have no concept of the total mind-loss of these cats. There you are, you'll do anything to stay and push, PUSH until the bastards call an end to this insanity of commitment. There are no birthdays, no pets , no get-well-soon-baskets. No wife and kids, power bills or dentist appointments.…

Early 5-mph bumpers negate all coolness.

There's a reason Seth Meyers has a "Fake or Florida" bit on his show.

No. No. No. No. NO. This is pitiful racecraft at best. Both A and B make the mistake of protecting the inside when there is no pass imminent. To boot they apex early, run out of road on exit, and simply hand over the position they are guarding. In turn one, left-two-opens, anxious chap out brakes, then runs out of…

Jack Nicholson ( In One Flew) to the always mute Chief, "want some gum chief?" Chief nods. Jack gives a stick. Chief speaks, "Mmmmm, Juicy Fruit".

Maple syrup and mayonnaise. Mentos and Diet coke. Kanye West and.......everything.

Fantastic! Also, after imitating Bob Marley, you call the Krispy Kreme and ask "Are the machines on!?

How do you score some pussy in a Miata? Go to The Villages in Florida (of course). Everybody fucks everybody there.

The Ferrari FF is the sort of car you couldn't make up – no one would have believed that Ferrari would have made an AWD station wagon and yet they did. It's the most un-Ferrari thing they could have made, but you can't help but love it.

Don't fuck with a Surprise Dog.

Backwards Eau Rouge.

Convertible Ferraris' are divorce attorney favorites. New Jersey and Miami, but I repeat myself.

Looks like a slippery smooth bar of well-worn-artisanal-truffle-soap with a five inch bottle rocket up the ass.

Who could be better?

Had a Finnish dude at my wedding reception (impending doom). Saw me pour, at 0230, a glass of Salmiakki Koskenkorva into a potted plant. One of the biggest mistakes of my life (also the wedding). Was refilled and gang-shouted into compliance.

All I see in that screen-capture is teeth. Vertical tombstones of teeth. Teeth that a beaver would jerk-off to.