Prob already posted. Zero fucks given.

Fuck Yeah, Nice Price!

I would like to welcome NASCAR to the year 2000.

Tangentially related story.  I don’t even like NASCAR, but this obscure piece of southern racing nostalgia has somehow lodged itself into my memory such that if I end up developing dementia in my old age I’ll probably babble about it now and then.

Came here for this.

That will only be the beginning of the decent. A great team has a broad strengths. Take away just one part, even a key part, and Great becomes just Good.

That’s not a Finisher Car.

Quite right.

Vettel is a twat. He fucked up. Again. Plain and simple.

Stupid name.

Millionaire dairy farmers?!?!

I don’t know any “Big Milk” people, but I know some dairy farmers...and they’re basically fucked. And the thing about them is that they love, love, LOVE their cows almost like family. Who wouldn’t? Cows are awesome.

They missed the Womping Willow by a mile.

A Subaru Forester....in Northampton Massachusetts?

Oh look, Verstappen being a stupid twat.

Weehawken, all over again.  My kid would be psyched not just to see the race (loves Kimi for some reason) but to get her very own ear protection.

You left out the Peugeot part:

I mean...my statement is obviously a sweeeeeping generalization.