Was he on his first lap out when it happened? Was this the first corner he encountered that had sandbags? Had he done track days there before where sandbags were present? If this was lap 20 then he knew the sandbags were there. His comment about evasive action and his promotion of his own company lead me to think this…

Not seeing much evasive action...I’m seeing a lot of taking a corner too hot, dumping, instant regret, and then dollar signs. I’m going to guess this guy’s medical expenses and disability are nowhere near 15 million, that figure is probably more aligned with the amount of capital his startup needs....accidents suck…

The proper counter is to hatchet-throw the bat at the opposing pitcher, kick the catcher backwards, pick up the ball and run from third to first to home to second. This unlocks unlimited-dingers mode.

By driving flat out, I win my happiness.

Sometimes. I think it has more to do with the question does the T add to the ‘wordiness’ of the abbreviation.

I don’t know... but I know that this happened:

I’m more team Evo 2, because (basically) race car.

What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in…

A braise? In South Texas? That’s heresy! Take that shit back to the Carolinas.

The death of the Viper is also a sad event for Corvette. Losing your closest rival can be just as painful as losing your closest friend (and sometimes, they are one and the same).

She really dropped the ball by not yelling out “Later Gator!” as she walked off.

More like stallnuts.

Republican in the front, skinhead in the back.

(And this is coming from a Chevy fan)

True. And the Mercury and Saturn dealers have closed.

It’s fine to be greedy in America, just do it discretely.

I watched the clip and it quite honestly brought tears to my eyes. His horror and rage and frustration was so damn raw. I just can’t even imagine how he feels.

Like in a skyscraper full of terrorists, without his shoes?

I would buy one in a heartbeat (assuming the price is reasonable) but I’m not sure I can convince my wife a 5th motorcycle is something I need.

And for killing spiders.