"Ramblin' to the win."
"Made liberal use of the chrome horn"
Rubbin' is racin'.
That guy in front of me musta been crazy,
He kept backing into me!
A young, rebellious Bernie Sanders returns home victorious from the high school debate team regional semi-finals.
In tribute to Bowie: Rebel, Rebel you won the race. Rebel, Rebel you bent your face
"I went out for milk, and I won this race. Mom's gonna be pissed about her car..."
In reply to Woody:
So glad that he took out Nader in spectacular fashion.
Ain't like this here car will ever appreciate in value... woo hoo
It was a long, gruelling, hard fought battle. Getting the car to the start line was a huge victory!
Kodak Moment?
Now it's time to take the kid to get some ice cream. Hope the wife doesn't notice I've dented her car.
You only live once, racing lives forever.
Somebody stop this crazy thing!
O'doyle rules!
Barn find!
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes, the flags go up
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down
The fans get up and they get out of town
The arena is empty except for one man
Still driving and striving as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns
He's going the distance, he's going for speed
Hey buddy, this thing still isn't out of 2nd....
mndsm wrote: Hey buddy, this thing still isn't out of 2nd....
Winner.
Soundtrack and caption in one!
(And I really like cake)
aircooled wrote: Reluctantly crouched at the starting line Engines pumping and thumping in time The green light flashes, the flags go up Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank Fuel burning fast on an empty tank Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns Their prowess is potent and secretly stern As they speed through the finish, the flags go down The fans get up and they get out of town The arena is empty except for one man Still driving and striving as fast as he can The sun has gone down and the moon has come up And long ago somebody left with the cup But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns And thinking of someone for whom he still burns He's going the distance, he's going for speed
Overexposure.. not just for flashers anymore.
Here hold my beer, watch this.
Fueled by Caffeine wrote: Overexposure.. not just for flashers anymore.
I'm going to dig this picture up next time some pretentious pho-tah-grapher starts going on to me about the "natural warmth" and "character grain" you get from shooting film.
Sorry that wasn't a caption. Or maybe it was.
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