The newscaster looks like a two-pack-a-day-three-martini-lunch kinda guy. I miss those days. Everyone was so mellow and unhurried. You ate in the restaurants.
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When it absolutely, positively has to get there loudly.
They should have supplemented the little stack of tires with yellow caution tape. Rally organizers have been using it for years trying to stop cars.
Looking forward to the 360 filming fad to disappear.
She said I could use it.
They’d drop the ransom demands and keep my mother-in-law. She’s so sweet and utterly delightful. She’ll ask if it’s ok to make fresh Toll House chocolate chip cookies when she comes over. And, an added bonus!, her beautiful and smart daughter reads Jalopnik. I’m the luckiest man in the world.
Imagine the global TV rights if he turned it into a real life “Ransome” reality show.
That explains the grounding of the comment.
...with the damn rear window down so we could suck real leaded gas fumes and blow loogies on the cars behind us.
Would roof flaps have helped keep it more grounded to ground? Or would they have not mattered once it hooked into the dirt and berms? Another thing, almost nothing came off or broke away from the car to dissapate energy as a purpose built race car does. A home brewed roll cage, (without a center knee joint/kicker…
The helmet looks like vintage Bell. The racing suit seems to be an early 80's Gap number. Are the driving shoes Piloti Spikers?
These wipers are the most bothersome part of the entire post
I need two Advil after trying to keep up with the camera all over the place. It’s 2016 - figure it out! Poor video is the new poor proof reading.
It should be the new way to cross the finish line to end the race! (Only if there is enough space/clearance from other traffic).
Suddenly the complete wire loom and all the connectors I just ordered for my ‘69 Mustang GT convertible don’t seem so frightening.
That steering column looks like a nice skewer to me.
Two guys named Haas in F1 and NASCAR and other motorsports venues and they aren’t related....
Small world. Yet there still has never been a Smith in the Indianapolis 500.
The closer I get to the steering wheel in any car, truck or bus the less chance I have of puking in said car, truck or bus.
He sounds like the rusty hinge on the door to the cellar of our 80 year old cabin in Idyllwild, CA.