And Comment/Conversation of the Day for, like...

Goddammit. I’m gonna need a new pseudonym. My last one, “Patrick George,” is already getting a little tired. Might end up going with “Richard Douglas” instead.

Here’s what it’s like inside those cars:

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WAT

The perpetrator...

Take a Pontiac Fiero and in the front put a Snow mobile engine powering a vacuum for suction to the track. Paint it all white and put a #66 on it. Cut off the top and get to racing.

Tell me how to drive, like I’m 16 again. I’m almost 34 years old and my mother still does this. Look, if I’m doing something dangerous then by all means, complain. But you don’t need to tell me there’s a car waiting to turn out of a driveway an eighth of a mile ahead.

Where you park your G Wagen...

It’s a Ferrari. I’m pretty sure it’ll take care of it.

The fact that anyone would take this remotely seriously.

I went on the internet and found *this!* ...

RIP BBC America