I would prefer the symphony of a screaming engine, but I correct myself—not a bad song, just awful (in my opinion) in the context of an Elise driving through the Alps.

Between the awful music and the lack of engine noise and the shortness of the clips, I lasted about 23 seconds.

New Sheriff in town.

Your trying to hypnotize me aren't you?

And somewhere, in the distance,

And this.

But this's what you get at the end of it.

East of Visalia, California there's a road that goes from the town of Three Rivers to a place called Mineral King.

I've no idea, mate. Didn't notice myself until it was posted.

Well spoken, Mack, and congrats.

Thank you sir!

The sheer absurdity of it just kills me. I'm guessing, now, that they alternate feet because the sandals get hot, but the first time I saw it, it looked just plain goofy.

The first time I saw it I kept waiting for a faceplant.

Damn straight!

Lunch today is angel hair pasta with the butter sauce left over from homemade shrimp scampi, plus a bit of pesto. Plus a really kick-ass peach. And a diet Coke.

Rich Saudi kids, poor Indian kids, they're all just looking for a thrill.

Have you seen the trunk on a Porsche?

I know it could do it, but can't even guess what rpm it'd be running.

Shmoke and a pancake?

We've got Armadillos in our trousers. It's really quite frightening.