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I saw those races in the early 80s, when I was about 10. I still remember the shootout between the Seven with the 427 and the Aston Martin... neck and neck for most of the race, then the Lotus stopped playing and lapped the Aston.
That day was a critical point on my path to becoming a Jalop.

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Here’s a video of the interior and starting both engines:

....is that a problem?

Thanks! I’ll go one step further: If you’re driving some super-expensive hypercar (I don’t know, say, an Aventador or a Veyron) and you smoke your tires (On the Aventador, just go to Home->Systems->Drive Systems->Drive System Settings->Differential and Traction Settings->Torque Vectoring Adjustment, then set it to

I’ll squeeze.

When you do, give me a ride?

The Morgan 3wheeler. Horsepower was...oh, who cares. It doesn’t matter. Top speed? Yeah, it probably goes pretty quickly. Numbers do not matter with this car. From everything I’ve read, just sitting in the damn thing will induce a grin that will last for hours after you’ve walked away; driving it would make the

You down with OPP?

That’s a fair point.... I think, though, that this might be a helpful epilogue: EVERYBODY looks like an asshole when they drive angry. If you’re in a poorly-maintained 1992 Nissan Sentra and you wildly spin one wheel at a traffic light and then dart in and out of traffic, you look like an asshole because
1. Your “show

Looks like ‘em Duke boys got smashed up worse’na soggy fry at the bottom of a poutine bowl...

When there’s a gas pedal instead, you mash your toe-fist into that and suddenly you’re pushing your econocar on half-worn tires well beyond its comfort zone while you left your best-day driving abilities with that pathetic little one-wheel patch of rubber three stoplights back.

Thanks! Sadly, Life Stuff has seriously curtailed my ability to do these, but I saw this one and couldn’t resist :)

Jeff always knew he was different. His parents tried to shield him, like any good parents would. But they couldn’t be there all the time. They couldn’t be there when the lifted Chevy at the gas station called him “Foot Long”, or when the Cherokee held him down and pulled off his “Trail Rated” badge. Jeff hated being

Or Mike Hawthorn...

It’s Brit slang, I believe. Picture Sir Stirling Moss saying it ... “The chap in the Ferrari just swung a little too wide and I’m afraid he pranged it coming off of Mulsanne. Better luck next time!”

Over 85? HERE THERE BE DRAGONS!

What was that at about 1:14? It really looked like a gesture of “Seriously, this is all you’ve got, Porsche? Come on.”