If you want to read a good book about the pre- and early-Nazi era of Grand Prix racing, this is it:

I don’t know how, but in my small city of 35,000 people, there are TWO (and possibly THREE) Rivians! One R1T and one R1S. And the nearest “large” city within 100 miles is only 100,000 people. How is this even possible?

I don’t know anything about Ms. Hawkins (other than she must be a talented racer) but I hope she shredded the track in her test. F1's driver list is just so stagnant year-on-year, with teams sticking with tested but never-going-to-be-great drivers over going with “new” drivers who have proven themselves in other…

It must be THE FUCKING HUGE AMOUNT OF MONEY genetic. But, yeah, it is weird, right?

“Did you say a ‘snap’?” — Thanos

From reading this obituary, it’s clear that it didn’t take much acting on his part for the role of Dr. Mallard. He sounds just like the character—kind and gentle and extraordinarily intelligent. Indeed, a “true Renaissance man.” I’m a little sad about this. It sounds like 90 years of life well-lived. Good-bye, Ducky.

With green as a primary color in the design? Just looks like a friendlier Starbucks.

Also: crimes against fashion: I mean, FFS, it’s the WHITEHOUSE, not a party club...

Plus: PUNKIN 2, PUNKIN 3, etc.

I don’t know. Why would you want eight Aston Martins? I mean, it’s not like they are exactly a historical collection. And, TBF, they mostly look alike. Even if you had the garage, $500K in spare change, etc...

One word: Florida.

I can’t imagine how a person processes such “events.”

Even if it is suicide, it’s not ethical to have innocent, unwitting people be the instrument of your death. If you’re going to kill yourself (and I get it), don’t involve other people in the act of your suicide (trains, trucks, cops, etc.)

“Bageluh” (pronounce that as “uh” and not “oo”) as it is called in Jerusalem should only be eaten fresh, a grab-and-go snack from street vendors. The best way to eat them is just dipping it in a little paper pouch full of zatar, simple, no fancy spreads or anything.

Screaming “OPERATOR!” just resonates with me.

Ooh! I think I may have had one of those...but I’ve forgotten. :-(

It was this orange plastic section that you put in between two segments of track. There was a soft plastic air “pedal” (you could use a foot or hand to press it) connected to the section via a flexible air tube. When you pressed the pedal, a black plastic bar would rotate in and press against the speeding Sizzlers…

Geez, skeffles! What happened to you over the weekend? As a nearly-40 years street rider (plus 11 roadracing), the only correct response to your comment is this:

I had multiple sets of track (some came from a cousin who “outgrew” them...how?), including curves, the air-powered brakes, the “start” piece and a chicane, plus Sizzlers track, too.

OMG, that story is so touching I’m almost in tears (really). It’s not even the key itself but building the connection between you and your uncle and aunt.