The demand is here, I believe. I was bringing youthful energy and mild expertise to the venture...my friend Michel was bringing expertise and the capital. There are a few people in my region currently importing (through the Port of Baltimore) cars from France, Spain, Portugal and Poland.

LET’S DO IT! One of the great heartbreaks of my life was the result of befriending a middle-aged Frenchman in the States, whom imported a great many small French cars in the 1980s. Prior to that he had worked as a Citroën mechanic, served as a mechanic on various rally teams in the 1970s and raced his GTV in various…

If we’re naming this scandal can we please call it Wastegate?

Poor baby!

Original Becky from Roseanne is better than second Becky. FACT.

If it’s on the memo line of a big enough check, yes.

I’ll be the first to say: May Top Gear rest in peace, long live The Grand Tour.

I have no allegiance to any team or driver. I do not suffer douchebags lightly.

Hamilton is an immense twat. I have tried to respect him and his racing but taking a minute to bro out with Justin Bieber of all the world’s shitheads immediately post-race is disgusting. Ricciardo, on the on the other hand, is becoming a fast favorite.

Helmut Markko has two graves to dig today.

I’ll never forget attending in 1989 at age 9. Eye-opening stuff, walking into the infield past passed-out body after passed-out body. Before the race.

I feel like Helmut Markko must have been sharpening a huge knife in the back of the Red Bull garage, casting an unbroken ice-cold stare at Verstappen as he left. No pressure, Max. No pressure.

The way Ricciardo threw that Red Bull around the track was so beautifully brutal. Really quite a special lap.

Hail!!! What!!!!

Ok...the track is covered in hail. Wow.

KISSLING MOTORSPORT FOREVER!!! Go Manta!!!

Anyone else remember when Terry Gross lost her mind and asked Smart if her kidnapper’s breath smelled terrible? I still can’t believe it happened.

That is likely the one Lambo joke I will allow. +1

Another big difference is that Indy died in the mid-1990s and F1 is basically a corpse that’s continually spray-painted gold.

How many Jalopnik Bars am I going to have to eat to win?