I was thinking the same thing. Man, that game was good for some fun.

I nearly dismember myself trying to cut pumpkins for cooking. Those mothers are like trying to take a tank apart with a chainsaw.

Hold on now. In the GIF at the top, is that the same location they filmed the Reno 911! Fast Eddie McClintock jump?

I’ll definitely have to check it out! I’ve driven by there a few times in recent years (I don’t live in Pensacola anymore) as my stepfather is buried in the cemetery practically right next door. (Creepy, but true!) Apparently, my visits haven’t coincided with any events at the speedway. Next time I’ll have to make…

Yeah, that’s true. I find that to be the most underhanded aspect of the whole thing. If YouTube had been around in the 80s though...

Come on, now. It’s not like blind bag toys are really that new. It’s just an updated delivery system and a significant price increase over how it was when we were kids. Well, I will give you the selling it hard to kids via YouTube videos. We didn’t have that nonsense when dinosaurs ruled the Earth.

It’s just a new iteration of mystery vending machine toys. Just a different delivery system and a heck of a lot more expensive.

Very nice article! Unfortunately all of my car racing knowledge comes from the Kenny Rogers’ movie Six Pack. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to try to track down some pics of this track in its prime.

And having a loaded bolter never hurt, either.

Car Guy, Disney font.

That last picture is giving me Night of the Creeps flashbacks. That movie terrified the crap out of me as a kid. Thanks for the trauma reminder, Kotaku!

Good Lord, I miss gaming. Sadly, everyone I know locally who used to play got married and their wives were not fans so the games dried up. Granted, the best games ever were those in and just after high school where the real world hadn’t quite sunk in yet. Still, I wish I had the opportunity to partake these days.

Good Lord, do I miss CoH. I miss Global Heroics. I miss hanging around Perez Park and randomly healing lower level characters. I miss the tram stations. I miss the bright colors and trying to make costumes that didn’t suck. I miss the introduction of capes and the quest to get a witch’s hat. I miss waiting for the…

...the first ever St. Patrick’s Day parade was held in Boston in 1737.

You magnificent bastard.

I’ve been mauled by dogs twice in my life. Once as a toddler and once in high school. I’m not only still terrified of them to this day, but I absolutely frigging hate dogs. I hate them. (Sorry dog lovers.)

My default jelly for a PB&J isn’t even jelly at all. It’s strawberry jam. I know grape jelly is the default jelly for most people there, but I like strawberry better.

Nope. With a great sense of superiority and I try to force it on everyone else.

As someone in the Deep South who uses their turn signal religiously, I would like to second your request. I don’t mind getting it again if the rest of those asswits on the road would pay attention.