I've been told (third party, no less) that my son has been invited to join a racing team. At first I was elated, since he'd actually be doing something with his life, but then I heard that it was a street racing team. As in, completely illegal. They even set up a page on the world wide web advertising their proposed race schedule, including locations, drivers involved, and exact times. It's as if they're daring the authorities to come and throw all of them straight into a prison bus.
Back in my day, we kept it quiet. There was no such thing as the internet, but we certainly didn't post up flyers and newspaper ads showcasing our plans for the coming season. That's insane. Let the driving do the talking, not your mouth. There's a reason nobody steals my cars or sends me death threats, because they know who they're messing with, without the need for a website flaunting my many qualifications to scare them away.
Anybody that wants a lesson in humility, and how a car can really handle, should form a line behind me. I know every bump and crack in that road, and you'll know every fine inch of my taillights.
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