I live up in Quebec Canada, I lived my Baja races on the couch with his voice narrating the things that trackers can’t show.

FUCK.

Except if you’re driving someone else to the hospital.

“Show more comments”

How old are you?

Just melt a doll head, then do a white bowlcut and it’s Bernie Ecclestone.

I know it’s driving me fucking insane.

When your sponsor is classic french heroic racing comic Michel Vaillant, try not to cheat willya?

My dad once had a 1996 Mercury Sable with the 3.8 engine.

“Ta-eur”

I KNOW

Thanks I thought it was a Mastodon song that I had yet to hear, which is impossible.

Mkay so everything is an e-sport now.

Your heart is a junkyard. It’s still beautiful.

Exactly, it’s all a matter of context was retty much my point.

Any collection of cars that :

“Motor oil, crankcase oil”

It seems he could’ve pinned her against that fence easily, but didn’t.

“oh yeah that car in the ads is not for sale, but can we interest you in a worse looking one that you can actually buy?”

Wow.