One day when I was a young lad driving along with my older brother I asked him why there was a key hole next to lever thing (gear stick). He said, “If you turn the key the car will start flying.” Anything like keys and red buttons have to get pushed just so I can silence the voice that tells me cars will suddenly…

How can you shoot torpedoes at your enemies if you don’t drill holes in your submarine?

I’d be sorely disappointed if he didn’t....

This rally performance driving school warms up their cars before use, yeah I don’t abuse my cars while they’re still getting up to operating temp either.

If you drive POS 50 year old VW & Renault, sure warm your junk up on the rare occasion it works. If you drive a modern car, stop wasting time, fuel & making theft…

I hope her melon was okay.

I agree with this.

Also, I’ve found the Chicago Region SCCA Solo group to be full of a bunch of fantastic folks. Not sure if all SCCA Solo regional groups are this way, based on stories I’m guessing most are, but Chicago Region Solo is a fantastic bunch.

Track day/HPDE junkies. I have usually never run into such a nice, helpful group of people in all the things I do with my cars. Instructors have brass b***s and teach us so much about driving.

“Regular thing”? What am I, hourly?

I fancy driving my Tacoma through it, but it’s too narrow.

I don’t want to brag, but I am an absolute savage in the immediate vicinity of an 8 foot rim. I’ll never get into heaven after the things I’ve done.

You don’t roll up in your regular ride when you’re about to commit a senseless homicide. You get a car that you can ditch quickly and walk away from clean.

That old woman needs to change her ways.

It’s true; fan blast temperature will theoretically increase with higher heat load, but the benefit—as far as I can tell—is that you won’t have as intense localized temperatures, which means you can cut down on heat shielding of surrounding vulnerable parts.

Were your parents tires?

No one car should have all this power.

Asshole before and after prison.

I AM NOT SHOUTING! I AM JUST SPEAKING GERMAN!

Of all the ways a car could go, this seemed like the easiest. It wasn’t anyone’s fault per se—the engine had seen continuous hard use, and it was just time for the rod to go.

He needs to Romaine in the cab if he’s going to do this.

Lettuce hope that he doesn’t make a habit of this.