Old Skool!
Racing with eighty horsepower under the bonnet and a narrator whacked out on sleeping pills. Kewl!
The Only Difference Between 1936 and Now Is Your Father Is Expected To Commute To Work In Your Derby Car To Keep Their Carbon Emissions Down
And car-pool, too. Sorry about the splinters back there. My nine-year-old’s little hands don’t hold the sandpaper so good.
We’re Men. We’d Race Weedwhackers If They’d Carry Our Weight
Lawn tractor racing in Rockingham, England.
Beats Cleaning Out Their Stalls
The horse that still has a rider at the finish line generally wins. That’s the way to bet, anyway.