But, but, but it’s my CAR, man. Have you no soul?

Them wrenches heat up real quick. Or so I’m told...

Of course. There’s a price for everything.

Oh Yeah for the intro? Yeah, checks out.

Nope, good guess though. The state bird is a plastic grocery bag stuck in a tree. In the big cities they’re known as urban tumbleweeds because of their behavior, and, Texas.

Studeromeoalfavanti.

LOL

Yes. Jalops, do that thing. In accord with recent articles, last weekend I had a http://www.peticolasbrewing.com/beer/velvet-hammer

Is that a wood chipper on the front? How ingenious!

Since they’re heading to Fort Worth, see if you can hook up a brother with a ride. I haven’t been in a van full of hoochie-mamas since the 90's, so hell yeah I’m in.

I just hate plutocrats and the oligarchy. It’s none of my doing that Hillary chose that path. The shoe fits, put that bitch on and wear it.

Just here to offer a hearty “piss off” to “mom.” Every sword has an edge, and it gets pulled for one reason alone. One day you’ll be glad it’s there.

Nope. It sure does a lot to screw it up though. Apparently I keep “forgetting there are others in the car.”

Don’t tell TVR.

In my vision, robot truck picks me and my old racecar up, in my driveway. I sip coffee on the way to the track. I unload and run until my ass or my car is broke. Robot truck picks me up and I crack a beer for the ride home while watching “film” of my apexes and such.

Yep. The scale of it just pulls you in.

Nope.

And they’re probably thinking, like me at a black motorcycle club drag race, “I thought we was here to race.”

Would anyone put in the infrastructure if the vehicles were nothing more than vapor? One has to come first, right? Or, at least that’s the only value I see at the time, a proof of concept of one part of a much bigger system.