“We each spent two grand, let’s just tell everyone it was good.”

Big speeds in qualifying attract fans and sell tickets. The phrase, “It’s a new ... track ... record!” being heard over the PA at Indy is as much of a part of the race’s lore as the Yard of Bricks and drink of milk by the victor. Driving at these speeds with such low downforce in qualifying comprise 10 of the hairiest…

Bass? Dropped.

I’m so relieved we finally solved our drugs, terrorism and human trafficking problems so that law enforcement can focus on the things that really matter.

Fun fact: In 1959 the Skyliner carried both the Fairlane 500 and Galaxie badges as it was dubbed a Galaxie for ‘59 model year.

Agreed. She couldn’t afford something newer/better than a 2003 Lexus SC430?

I never understood the allure of RV’s. I would rather drive my damn car and sleep in a hotel.

“Why is it always the people with shitty cars that try and show out? No one gives a fuck about your 10-year-old V6 charger, I promise.”

“Paint me like one of your French motorcyclists, Jack.”

Q: What are the odds of a race car driver hitting a jet dryer?

“Pfft. Amateur.”

As a member of society, I speak on our behalf.

Thanks for the COTD award. I must say, in the ~15 years since I heard that one saying, I have found myself pondering which species I could eat in one sitting.

You know what I would do if I had a net worth of $29 billion?

Any fucking thing I wanted.

I was starting to get worried, it had been over 24 hours since we had a dedicated post about the Demon.

“At Farmers, we’ve seen everything.”

Combine Derbies are still better.

“Honey you promised me you were going to take down that crappy metal shed this weekend ... remember?”

“Jonas Miller, son of a bitch...”

Needs more Ram/Van Halen.