Well, we like the video. Anybody who builds their own soap box derby racer without the soap box or the derby gets the BSBFB seal of approval. I could live without the Wiggles jumpsuits, but maybe their proper manly clothes are in the wash. They’re wearing motorcycle helmets for some reason. Maybe they own motorcycles. You never know.
People sure need a lot of elaborate equipment to have fun these days. I don’t know about you, but my helicopter is in the shop four days out of seven, so I don’t go skydiving off it as much as I’d like. I also have trouble finding my body armor for riding the motorcycle I don’t have, so I have to settle for putting baseball cards in my spokes and riding around the neighborhood.
This looks like it would be marvelous fun, if it wasn’t for the constant risk of driving headlong into a lamppost. At least there’s a good chance that a couple of squishy spectators will cushion your crash, but humans don’t make very good air bags.
My name is Kamer Kolar, and if you study with my eight-week program you will learn a system of going real fast, dude, that I developed over two seasons of drinking three Red Bulls before breakfast, a Monster before lunch, and three more Red Bulls before dinner. It’s called Kamer Kolar Kwon Do! After one week with me in my eight-week program, you’ll be prepared to dominate some gnarly corners with the strength of a grizzly, the reflexes of a puma, and the wisdom of a man.