Going 200 miles an hour into a wall sounds like the worst way to scrape your knee, ever. Personally, I’d much rather insert large rocks into my skin from the comfort of my own home; like any normal person would.

I don’t really go for this whole dressing up in your pajamas, and making sweet, sweet, left turns. I’m all for the left turns, I just don’t think my wardrobe could handle any more jumpsuits. I mean, I’ve already got at least seven for casual wear,  and another seven for formal dinners. Adding another seven for racing would put me in quite the predicament. I wouldn’t have anywhere to store my collection of moon boots and snuggies.

If you look really closely you can see that every once and a while they make a right turn too. Weird.