You and me both. I loved Hammy for the first couple of years, even met him briefly in 2008 and he looked like a perfectly nice guy. Then he gradually went full #blessed retard.

Not even the completely annoying autoplay video of a bunch of ostrich eating from a bucket could take away from how awesome this car is. That’s saying something.

Don’t you dare equate the Daily Star to journalism.

This is why Optimus Prime chooses to be a diesel semi-truck.

Actual FIA helmet development process.

You and Patrick George started an avalanche of historical photos. Good grief. Heh.

Ah, these are great. Wouldn’t be right not to include John DeLorean! Here is he is photographed next to an early prototype (hence the testing equipment attached to the side). So sad that he was killed by Iranian terrorists; some say it was a coke deal gone bad.

You mean, this isn’t Enzo?

A young Enzo Ferrari posing proudly next to his first production road car, 1947.

I can fix this, easily. Thanks for asking.

The logical part of my brain stops functioning when it is fed the word “Lancia.” Suddenly I don’t care about its past reputation, upkeep and maintenance and the potential nightmare of trying to source parts for a 40-year old Italian car.

Two very normal Australian boys went vroom vroom in their cars today. When they had finished, one jumped into a pool of dirty water fully clothed with all of his friends, and the other drank a milk the wrong way. Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi!

Oof, where do I start!

1979: As a kid growing up in Long Beach, California, my motorsports love was kindled by a dad who worked in the auto industry, loved cars, and loved motorsports. Naturally those things meant we went to the US Grand Prix West each year and I grew up considering all other forms of motor racing inferior to Formula One.

Back in 1995, I was working at some place for some months. You had to put your name on the calendar if you were going to take vacation, so I did for the weekend of the Canadian GP like, a month before. The day before I’m leaving, the boss is like “I need you to work tomorrow”. Im like “Uh sorry, I’ll be in Montreal,…

This one is easy (it’s a bit left-field so bear with me) :

This car translates to Matchbox really well: