Agreed, the definition of exceeding track limits.

No one is getting paid to be “patriotic”. They are paid to play sports. The idea that’s our must stifle expression of dissent and salute the orange one because he stomped his feet like Eric Cartman and screamed “RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH” is expremely problematic.

Not true. Sometimes I’m shitting.

I am not sorry to insult Richard Petty.

Well you get it mechanically reliable and do enough work so it doesn’t become one with the earth. Like this. Will i ever patch the rust holes and paint? probably not. Will i put neutralizer on it and make it run like a top? Yes.

People have a right to protest. That is the bloody essence of America.

Which can be countered with: “That Constitution you claim to uphold? Yeah, you can’t really pick and choose which parts of it you respect. This really is one of those “all or nothing” deals and if you fire me for exercising my 1st amendment rights, I’m going to sue your ass.” That’s the American way. And I hope to…

Why does it have to remain non-driving? Is there some law that it must be a binary choice? An engine and brake service are lightyears from the cost of a restoration.

Someone else said it much better than I.

The only counterpoint worth saying, then, is simple and vulgar: Richard Petty, go fuck yourself.

Modern cars have too much tech for their own good.

I love a Touch-A-Truck as much as anyone, but this is always first thing on my mind whenever I bring my kids. Knowing how I was growing up (and still am), my kids are exactly the same in that they have to touch every single button and play with every lever.

More like ketchup.

Hush you. You should know that logic is not permitted here.

I’d really like to see the breakdown between automation and human effort in that productivity rocket. I’m willing to bet that timeline coincides nicely with increased automation rather than a dramatic uptick in human productivity.

This is the most accurate take.

Horse people are usually terrible people.

I would have like, Roush Mustangs, Porsches, Audis, all kinds of cars that’d eat me for breakfast without even trying, granny it off of a stoplight because they didn’t want to invoke whatever nuclear reactor must have been under the hood of “that car with the weird windows”... But kids in a Civic with a fart muffler…

Farts are funny.

When I was around 13 my father and I tried to perfect the “One Cheek Sneak” — getting a silent but deadly fart out in public without laughing. We were generally a bit noisy and the other one would detect it. Giggles all around. Anyone pulling off the OCS was supposed to get away scott-free and was legally allowed to…