No pants, no cotomer seviss.

It's got an ugly, annoyed space alien face, but it's not that boring.

Stag beats Jag.

Bad enough that they stole the Voort. Then they had to go and donk it. More like they beat it with the ugly stick.

That's not how you're supposed to drive a Ferrari. But that fellow is in the safest spot possible, when the car inevitably catches on fire. Anyway, when it goes on sale they'll still be able to claim low, low miles, and normal wear and tear in shipping and handling.

That's a crappy-assed gas can. And it needs more waif.

@pyroholtz: Someone else had posted that the class was just the two Raptors. Which would deflate that whole 'winner' thing. Overall finishing position might be illuminating.

Finishing the race is a victory all on its own. Winning the class is tremendous. Anyone know who else was racing, and how it shook out?

Lesson learned: turn off the traction control to make her happy.

C'est nes pas un crack pipe? Non.

@Relyks954: There hasn't been a whole lot of wood in them for quite a while. Besides, if it was good enough for the Sopwith Camel...

@$kaycog: I'm off to crust my glass with some road salt now. Drive responsibly!

@$kaycog: Maybe free range Willy. Jeep's good but it can't quite do open ocean. Fortunately, she's not orca fat.

@$kaycog: I think she's just a Jeepster for his love.

BTW Matt, extra points for using 'An F-1' in the head!

@$kaycog: Then it's time Tequila Mockingbird. I hate it when that bird drinks the last of the Mezcal, trying to get the worm.

Our skins may be different, but we all bleed red. Especially when we bash our knuckles trying to get that frozen bolt loose; knocking rust flakes into our eyes as we lay on the almost-frozen mud. Congrats on busting that nut on this day when we celebrate our common cause! Your prize is the sweet nectar, the wine…

@Van Sarockin, rogue trebuchet:

Where is the Morgan love?

Since Chrysler owns the residuum of American Motors, they could call it the Green Hornet 300.