Let me share this: Turismo Nacional (Argentina). Real racing, privateers winning against works teams, door to door action, honest racing. Pretty much what we all like to see: breathless motorports.

Have you ever been to Chernobyl?

At heast his little piece of crap of a dog was not around on that pic. Harada has his ways, tho...

I came across a mirror after they threw me on a pool full of acid. Now I just will take revenge on humanity... starting with small innocent kids.

Badass level: GOD.

“Please don’t shoot!”

He was clearly minding his own pimp business.

I could forgo the pimp-esque interior on a good day. But it’s an auto. I would only consider driving an auto-Porsche (or almost anything) only after a limb amputation. It’s like trying to look like a cool driver when you can’t even row your own. A tsunami of nopes.

I forgot to add that I learnt to drive in a Sierra Ghia wagon, the first one sold in my city. I still lust on them.

I don’t know. Pegasus are really cool cars and were quite advanced for the era (‘50s), but I’m not sure about this specific version.

On that vein, the car that not a single person was expecting, and instantly turn every other

The 1982 Ford Sierra. The “jellymould” came to replace the well-loved yet conservative Cortina-Taunus. They shook Europe in surprise, and cars could no longer afford to be rolling boxes.

Multiple cheers for this. The world is still not ready.

Indeed...

Not the first FWD in Le Mans, though...

See? That’s coherence.

A raw display of talent and guts. The hero of the day.

Let me kindly contribute this.

I know people like that...

While a debate on racism is something I do on a sort of professional basis (and hence would love to engage in), I certainly believe Jalopnik is not the proper place for such theoretical-policy debate. Having said that, I cast aside your assumptions on my moral condition and wish you a nice driving experience this…