I’m going to be flamed for this, but I don’t care. There can never be too much speed, I’m 62 and have been playing with cars in places called Lime Rock, Bryar, Thompson, Bridgehampton, Watkins Glen, Monticello, and more since I was 18. The problem we have is people who have no idea what they are doing being able to…

I drive one of these sad-eyed beauties. Perhaps I’m just more forgiving!

I am posting this for the second time in a week:

One of these in my neighborhood. By the time I’ve driven past it on its block I’ve slurred out “It’s beau...hid....gorg.....terri...amaz.. something.” They have proportions that should be completely awful, but somehow they just work perfectly.