Mike Price chuckles. woefully, over a plate of instant mashed potatoes.

I’m assuming you’ll be taking Sundays off in the fall?

I work for a small company currently providing collision avoidance tech to the mining industry. Apparently, the crushing of full-size pickups (F250s, Tundras, etc.) is not entirely uncommon.

Best thing: Murdoch’s NewsCorp sunk half a billion into MySpace, returned something approximating nothing, and made a small number of people exceptionally wealthy.

Yeah - I don’t know. I do remember Rosberg driving a significant portion of the 2014 race at Spa with a piece of debris (perhaps a piece of fiber from Hamilton’s tire - heh) caught and flapping off an antenna about a meter in front of his face. Didn’t seem to cause him much in the way of grief.

I can only assume that they’re paying Mularkey with bags of beans and rice and cans of store-brand tuna.

As a Titans fan, I’ve become increasingly convinced that the personnel decisions made by this shit-ass organization are made to spite me, personally.

Yeah, I ain’t impressed. As I recall, Snoopy’s psd sported a pool table and a Van Gogh.

One word: “Fiasco.”

I swear I thought I heard the same thing.

Labatts beaned baby.

“The team told me to do the opposite to Maldonado...”

Trying to imagine climbing back into my W203 wagon after something like this....

“...do herself a favor...?”

Watching the race with a friend of mine, I remarked that the most dangerous thing Indycar drivers face these days (on ovals, anyway) is a piece of debris entering the cockpit. Praying for Justin.

That’s it. I’m boiling eggs.

My God, how I hate this.

As a Williams fan, this was easily one of my favorite moments of the race.

No clue as to what may be on Billy Ray’s mind, but the Pensive Driveway Selfie needs to become a thing, ASAP.

And here’s what blows. Watching the race here in the USA, this pass happened during a picture-in-picture ad break. Fortunately, I was already standing at the time and able to move with considerable speed towards the television.