I vaguely remember the race — I was 14 but lived in LA at the time. I do remember being mystified why everyone was made at Budd, but had absolutely no sense of the context.

His performance was astonishing. Last place, to first place, to falling, rebounding to fourth place, to outkicking and first place. But he did have a lot more time left in the race to recover.

I don’t want to bring down the wrath of ZMF on myself, but Frankenhooker...wasn’t very hot. The “actress” was hot, but they had her walk around with dumbass looks on her face:

GPS trackers and remote kill switches. You can’t hide the car if you can’t make it run...and they can always turn off the kill switch just to let you go to the store, where the car is easily accessible, and then shut it off again.

My Pseudo Stepdad

Not only that, it was a curve! Amazing.

That’s just horrifying. I’ve actually done some spin/indoor cycling classes before, but that’s what they were — riding. None of that “punch an imaginary highjacker off the handlebars of your bike” bullshit.

Just a reminder that, just like nobody puts Baby in a corner, nobody tells Rex not to throw it downfield.

Good luck. Same thing happened to Southwest two weeks ago — my kid and I were flying that day, and managed to be on the last flight out before everything went FUBAR. When we landed, it was a madhouse of people waiting.

True. Hosszu is ridiculously jacked. And it seems counterintuitive (to put it mildly) to believe her wacky husband’s theory that less practice would generate better racing results.

I was totally on board the “Hosszu is roiding” bandwagon because of how she destroyed the previous word records. Then I watched Ledecky do the same thing, and Sjostrom do it in the backstroke; now I’m asking, why shouldn’t I make the same assumption about them?

2 of our 3 cars just got those “your car will kill you but we can’t fix it yet” recall notices. Sold one to CarMax, trying to figure out what to do with the other. (It’s for passengers seat ‘bags so it can still function as a one-person car.). Fuck Takata.

Last week, 2 of our 3 cars received airbag recall notices — of the “this car will kill you but we can’t fix it yet” variety. One is (was) the car my kids share. Sold that one to CarMax. Will likely do the same for the other car. Until then, I was completely positioned to make it through my kids’ graduation without a…

This killed me. Absolutely beautiful.

Unfortunately, all we’ll be able to see is his hat.

Jim Brown?

Close - it’s ok as long as the males that were born male who see my junk don’t get wood at the sight of my junk. That’s fucked up and I must then kick their asses, especially if the thought makes me get wood.