What the...why, goddammit, why?

Or, until you've had juuuuust so many....

Dunno...driving Beetle, Yugo or Trabant after a couple of drinks is one thing. Driving a GT3 after drinking much of anything at all is entirely another.

Nice touch with the women in Saudi Arabia, $kaycog. A worthy entry.

I'd rock it...and sadly, I see from the comments below I'm not alone.

Is that...a Gulf Dasher? Can't tell if that's a rusty roof or more orange paint. Dear Lord.

That could pass as a period-correct pit vehicle of some sort.

Taste sure is a funny thing.

A former F1 engineer? Really? Wow, newfound props to Gimmi.

It rains nuts, bolts and washers, with occasional metal shaving flurries where I live, so I'm no schmuck.

That could be where "the eye candy" comes in.

I love how after he realizes he's not going to die, he fumbles and fidgets with it, trying to figure out what the hell to do with it.

WHATEVER YOU DO, do NOT press the RED button! Yes, that one!

Michèle Mouton is certainly my pick for greatest female driver as well, but I'll never forget watching Shirley Muldowney blitzing the quarter mile when I was a kid:

Looks like the chick on stage has a larger displacement set of big twins, tho.

I think both names are epic. Keep 'em coming.

Well, that would explain Seattle, anyway. Perhaps it was orcs in the other affected locations.

Hmmmmmm...Not.

Haha, I should say that 4 or 6 pot, I'd love to get my hands on a Cosworth 190. Right up there with the original M3.

Ughhh...I know I said last week that anything 30+ years old and brand-new at the same time is cool in my book, but at least that was a T/A. Common, this is a Pacer. Crack Pipe.