To anyone who “would rather drive”:

Oh this shit again. Happens roughly daily. I’ve been cataloging these moments for a couple years on a Facebook page:

Tiller is a boat word, sir.

This year, I wanted to drive my Summer-tired car to the car wash so I could sell it. Can do, right? New Summer tires. Level pavement. 100% shoveled under every wheel. LSD + ebrake half engaged + rocking.

Treat them like animals. They are not your peers. You are visiting a “road zoo”, and you quick wits and careful regard for these unpredictable beasts will see you safely to your destination.

STs get Summer tires from the factory. Same for the RS. The rubber turns hard at modestly low temperatures (“glass transition”). This ST owner was caught dumb.

Circa 2003, I remember an asshole doing clutch dump powerslides in the HS parking lot in a rattle can black e30. I still respected the RWD, choice of car, and the spectacle. Found out he was in my classes, and he was also Mark Victor Arnold, who you guys know. I think the full blooded car guys always start early.