I have a headache trying to understand those rules.

She smokes... I’m out. ( No offense to anyone)

Never. Never. Never.

Snakes in the engine compartment.

The one the dealer puts on when you buy your new car/truck.

And it is still one of the dumbest forms of racing ever created. I liken it to, as a form of entertainment, to that of flagpole sitting and snow shovel racing.

It’ll be delivered as soon as <insert description of beautiful woman pictured> is finished <insert activity related to vehicle or article>

You don’t have to rub it in, Justin.

She still looks a little stunned.

Congratulations, Mr. Back in the USSR, on today’s COTD! I would like to gift you with a classic Mustang which this lovely lady will deliver without putting the wrong foot in.

I’m being blinded by her high beams...

Congratulations, Mr. HammerheadFistpunch, on another COTD! My award to you is a Land Cruiser which this lovely lady will deliver as soon as she finds a jacket.

Wait I thought the German government owned all of those because they were too dangerous for civilians to drive in public.

Whenever I see a Ferrari 365 I think of this classic

The Mini doesn’t have to win. Just has to wait long enough for the Mustang to be distracted by a crowd.

You, my friend, were right on the money.

Congratulations, Mr. LostMyOldPasswordAgain, on COTD! I would like to gift you with a Chrysler which is neither a minivan nor autonomous but is capable of road sex. This lovely lady will deliver it as soon as she test drives it.