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Are we seeing a new “meta” for backmarkers where they just try to run the entire race on hards?

Thing is, Hamilton *was* faster than George and not by a small amount throughout the race. Hamilton got unlucky on literally every single yellow timing this race (and last), and George got quite exceptionally fortunate in timing and he even said as much. End of the day things happen, but there isn’t a driver on the

There’s so much to love, here.

This is the best thing I’ve read on jalopnik in quite awhile. Thank you for the reminder that when we talk about cars and freedom, that freedom is much more immediate and less metaphorical for some than for others.

Hry, Mercedes, on behalf of those kids who just skated through life and never really had a bad time, I’d just like to apologize for being generally unsensitive and not appreciating the kids around me who had REAL issues.

I’m glad you’re here with us, Mercedes.

I couldn’t imagine having to lead a very literal double life like that, I feel like coming out to one’s parents can be the hardest and (unfortunately) worst experience for some folks. Things were not good with my folks for a while, but they realized they’d lose me if they didn’t start accepting who I was. Now even my

Wow, that was a sad (at times), frustrating (at times), yet ultimately uplifting story. I’m a middle-aged cishet dude and I was getting some seriously prickly eyes reading it. If someone doesn’t make a car commercial out of that story, they’re fucking idiots.

I’m glad something (if not someone) was there for you when you needed it. I also hope your parents are a little wiser now than they were then.

Many may not understand the minds of car enthusiasts, but behind so many cars are stories of the people who drive and love them. :)

What a wonderful, well written and uplifting story.

This hits home on so many levels. Firstly, fellow LGBT gearhead, so you know, hooray and stuff...

This was a wonderful story... Thanks for sharing it.

I’m sorry for what you went through to get you to this point, and for the narrow minded people who made your journey that much more difficult.  I admire your vulnerability in sharing this story - hopefully it helps broaden some more people’s perspectives.

As someone who was bullied in middle school for being different (I’m a cishet female, but had short curly hair and looked very boyish so I was called all sorts of homophobic slurs, plus had bad skin, glasses, and funny accent and was poor), and had parents who’d get angry at me for acting out instead of trying to find

I could have written a lot of this myself. I am not trans, but as a fat, acne-covered, gay teen, my 1990 Hyundai Excel was my escape pod as well. I also had an obsession with smart cars and bought a new one in 2011.

Thank you for sharing!

It kills me inside to read/hear stories like this. I was born and raised in the SF Bay Area, by very open minded parents. Some of my friends were gay, trans, or just plain confused and hadn’t figured it out yet. Just as many of my friends had brothers, sisters, or even parents that were the same. None of us in our

Thank you for sharing this. 

What a powerful illustration of why these silly hunks of metal, plastic, and glass mean so much to us.