You know what? I love the balls on Cara Sloane to tell a BCO story about her own fuck-up. Just about every one of these is told from the waiter’s point of view, so I am always curious as to how customers would tell one of these (and what the exact hell was goin on in their cerebellums)...

Oh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’...

I’m waiting for the sequel.

The shifter on the S2000. Easily the best shift mechanism I’ve ever used. Also, the start button that you actually have to hold down for the car to start. It’s such a small thing but feeling the car come to life at your fingertip is pretty neat.

(I’m pretty sure I lost it when I saw multiple Gulf 917s going down the Corkscrew there. Lost all of it. Whatever it is, it has been lost. fjdkosal;gjkflgneokgl;fjp d;lcjvdkl;afjdas HOLY BALLS.)

“What’s homo milk? Is this milk from GAY COWS?!” he demands, utterly* seriously, even angrily.

The soup of the day is usually Hitler miss, but I’m sure you’ll just Goebbels up today’s gestapo soup.

This, right here, is one avid fan of racing.

Oh lighten up. Don't be the Kimi of this article.

No bitching from me, kinda find it funny!

It’s like raaaaaaeeeeeaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnn...

The dishwasher is in the passenger seat.

or Florida

NO.

The XJ220 racing the oval at IRP on “Saturday Night Thunder” is still one of the weirdest things I’ve seen on TV.

Should have cut the music to Van Halen: Dreams during the A-4 segment.

That first paragraph....man you are like an automotive Eminem. It is informative laughs like this that keep me checking Jalopnik when I am already beaten down from thoughts of an FCA/GM merger or how I don’t own a sweet 3000 GT VR4 like Tavarish.

huh? too many of these ‘techs’ are replacing simple driver awareness and due care.

I would do anything for meatloaf, but I won’t do that.