I get what your viewpoint is, but I’m not agreeing with you on whether those should be considered sports.

That XG750R hasn’t even come yet... The last true flat tracker Harley Davidson produced was the XR750. A bike that stopped production in 1980 and is certainly incompatible with the “tuner”.

I thought about it and all I could think of is

I tried FiberFix. I was on the toilet ALL THE TIME.

I’ve thrown friends’ RWD lighter more tossable cars that can drift if you’re into that type of thing and it was like “wheeeee” followed by “this is retarded” followed by me pointing the nose proper down a short course through a lot and controlling the car like an adult. We “raced” around a track another time burning…

RacerX has a point...up to a point.

I’m joking. But I reserve the right to class drifting into the same category as skateboarding, many circus ‘things’ (whatever you call them), sport stacking, juggling...

Naw man, if you get how awesome drifting is, then just move up North. There you can drift on your way to work. And then do some real driving, with rally cars. Then drift back home. Drifting is just for fun, motorsports is something different.

This is easy, a rally car is because racecar, a drift car is because herpderp.

Electric car for the mundane. Motorcycle for fun. Problem solved.

Fixed it, your welcome.

Sorry.... but that thing is pretty fuckin’ stupid looking.

Olympic Gold Medal in “Not paying even adequate attention”

Enough horsepower, or plastic tires.

just watched the APEX hypercar doc. (excellent, btw)

I’m going to be flamed for this, but I don’t care. There can never be too much speed, I’m 62 and have been playing with cars in places called Lime Rock, Bryar, Thompson, Bridgehampton, Watkins Glen, Monticello, and more since I was 18. The problem we have is people who have no idea what they are doing being able to…

No, the problem is easy, insulated speed. A real driver’s carᵀᴹ is fun even at reasonable speeds.

Ive said it 1000 times before.

He was thinking about the turning he needs to take in a mile. Or what he’s having at the restaurant. Or whether he should call the wife and organise something. Or whatever -isn’t- the few hundred feet in front of him.
*Done it*
*Not proud*
*Got lucky*