You cause a commotion everywhere you go.
“I’m like Oprah.”
Not really.
“I feel like Oprah.”
You shouldn’t.
“Question.”
Shoot.
“Car’s vegan powered?”
Yes.
“How do they get the vegans in the fuel tank?”
I don’t think that’s what that means.
“And, you know, once the vegans are in the tank, then how do they tell people that they’re vegans?”
You’re completely misunderstanding this. The gas is made out of plant material.
“Are we talking about tofu farts?”
No.
“Cuz I love my sister-in-law, but after a couple helpings of quinoaloaf, she could clear out the room.”
Car doesn’t run on any kind of farts, Bobby.
“Well, then: what the hell does it run on?”
You can make gas out of corn or wheat or rice or bacteria or whatever. It’s just nowhere near as efficient as the gas made from dinosaurs.
“Huh. Why don’t you just use an electric car?”
You should. Internal combustion engines are 150 year old technology. But it’s a race. There’s rules.
“Sure, yeah, rules. Save your blue shell for when you really need it.”
You’re thinking about Mario Kart, Bobby.
“I may or may not have little to no idea what’s going on.”
Me, either.
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Can you get up?
“If I wanted to.”
Okay.
Leilani running Top 5 much of the race until caught up in a typical Daytona mass smash up with 6 laps to go.
Leilani hasnt tweeted since. I hope she’s ok. Auto racing isn’t croquet
I saw a commercial today that said the race was in two weeks. These are the qualifiers? Prelims? Does this crash mean she won’t be in the actual race?
Leilani was in a prelim race in the ARCA series (Lucas Oil 200). She was never in the 500, more’s the pity. If Bob had married Cale Yarborough’s daughter it would have been different…