Or stand up and walk over to see the hoary English beast roar.

Fancy Kristen: Loud pipes save lives. The lives of those poor unfortunate souls directly in the path of MYbach as I recline in silent repose in the whisper quiet rear compartment. Oh I don’t really mean that! Still what a bother these annoying plebeian interlopers wreak on my planner.

USA network bought the rights and produced the last ones direct to tv.

That’s cute. One piece of ice poked a little tiny hole.

Tell me how many times over the broadcast qualifying and races you heard even the announcers grumble about stewards issuing penalties. I heard quite a few, especially track limits exceeded (not pit lane infractions) during qualifying on a course completely enclosed with concrete walls. This pass was the only way to…

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That comment went right to the bottom faster than consequence it was meant to cause us to deliberate on.

We all know rusty vehicles try to cause us harm many times over. If anything it acts as an early warning system.

Fans: There is no passing and fuckall excitement in racing for how intensely the action is packaged.

Like the ending shot of the fountain camera platform with large boom. Neat to see how they were getting those shots today.

A tiny ornamental flower vase up your tokus sourced from the vehicle in question. :P

Fast forwarded replay of qualifying and the LB street circuit didn’t look to be anything too interesting until the lap started in earnest and that dolphin fountain came into view. Not quite a chance to land in the harbor, but certainly more interesting than what you find on any other modern circuits.

I’m a bit disappointed this wasn’t a Guetta edition Twizy article.

Googles term for human operated equine sperm collection dummy.

New topic idea: Should Jalopnik have a staff writer cast as a hood ornament?

Will believe this was anything other than second order shilling for better press passes when you get yours revoked at any major race by asking intelligent off script questions.

Maybe?

Drunken assholes portending stage presence and hollow egos in public. Where quite symbolically they are all but anonymous among the sea of drunken assholes.

Great stuff, so their robot cars should learn to drive on the robot roads in the robot campuses nobody can afford to live within commuting distance of.

There is really one answer in the SV peninsula. Hellcat motor + Prius