NP if the long, long list of assumptions check out to be manageable. Then let the tire hating begin.

A stupid drunk dirt ball makes not a sport’s fan.

Nacimiento-Furgusson Rd in a ‘89 Ford Probe with 198,000 miles. It died. Alternator. Pre-cell phones and no reception to this day up there. 3 hours ‘til somebody stopped. Another 5 until a service truck and Sheriff came to the rescue. Ah, youth.

The front fenders are backwards. The price is backwards.

Is that a tire track?

I wish he had tweeted me first.

Can you imagine these whiners back when Petty was running the table week after week?

...and tire tech, and traction control, chasis-flex/geometry tech, gearbox tech, lighter materials, race monitoring tech....

A modern high-end wagon needs many square feet of endangered species of wood. (See Volvo).

Is that the argument? F1 cars beating race bikes? No. His point was that the bikes have been allowed to gain incredible speed year after year through largely un-hindered development and a broader box of rules to operate in. F1 has been backwards in speed, (and pleasurable noise) as the box of rules gets ever tighter…

Stop with the right now.

Those are crumpets.

Earl’s in Chatsworth, CA.

E-Type.

My yellow lab puppy has tighter skin than that body work. It almost seems like cloth. Incredible footage.

They run on precisely mixed gasoline from a single supplier, not methanol or ethanol. The flames are visible.

And not so much as a match stick of fire. Amazing.

Hommagers gonna hommage.

So does spelling.

Socialism in purest form.