"Fast Fast FAST. Loud. Fast loud fast fast. Slower. SLOWER! STILL REALLY FAST! TURN TURN! Fast FAST FAAAAAAAAST!!!" That's about all that my brain could muster after my first lap at the Talladega Gran (sic) Prix. And I have my wife and Jalopnik to thank for it.
Friday, a problem arose. Yesterday, Patrick George outed me to the whole community as having this problem. Over the last 24 hours I've begun to realize the scale of this problem. And, it is formidable.