I don’t have the power to permanently ungrey you, but at least can give this post a star.

June 1966. My 14th birthday was coming up. My day told me to get ready for a trip. Mom has packed some food for us. We drove to the Army post and border a Special Sevices bus with a group of GI’s.

This one is easy (it’s a bit left-field so bear with me) :

It was 1971, I was four and about to be James Garners co-driver. My dad was racing in the Mexican 1000 and had met Garner in a previous race. I was introduced to him and put on the hood of his Grabber Olds. On the fly he and my dad concocted a story that Garner’s co-driver hadn’t shown up and I was going to have to…

In some alternate universe, a smarter, sexier version of me drives a silver GTV6 that he’s had forever. Real me listened to the naysayers who told me an Alfa would only break my heart, and didn’t buy it...

That’s the bearded woman of the automotive Barnum circus.

Kill it with fire.

Just stop at a Motel 6 at least and have dinner, a good sleep and a shower! Do not forget that you live only once, and that the other people can smell you... moreover, it’s not that sparing the tab of a night sleep will push your career with your boss...

21 hr drive, and you are not stopping overnight anywhere?

Hate these things. Drunk rich idiots finance them, take them to the desert and hit dirt bikers, little kids on quads, or just make a nuissance going off trail. Everyone has a stupid speaker system turned up to the max and a cooler full of beer strapped to the back.

You don’t say?? Sure it’s not like the mattresses special sale with a 50% + 30% discount and an added LCD TV, that’s only valid till the next Sunday?

The British TV Channel 4 is streaming live, for free and in HQ the Monaco F1 GP: