October 16, 2007

The Pedal-to-the-Metal, Totally Illegal, Cross-Country Sprint for Glory is so badass.
  • This is pleasing in a testosterone related way.
  • My money is on Dom Deluise. Never, ever, fuck with Captain Chaos.
  • That was a fun read.
  • Never, ever, fuck with Captain Chaos. DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNN!
  • Thrilling, but this guy deserves to end up in jail.
  • I would so love to do a documentary on this.
  • great post...thanks... let's drive!
  • All well and good until he kills some poor shmuck. Then I hope they fry him. I suppose it would take the testosterone-laden glory out of it to just race NASCAR or something legal where he'd actually have to, you know, COMPETE with his 'peers'. As GramMa's Gramer used to say, more money than sense.
  • In the end, Roy never attempted the 25-minute Manhattan Rendez-vous. But he claims to have raced a 27-minute "practice run." He proudly estimates that he hit top speeds of 144 mph while committing 151 moving violations — enough to have his New York driver's license suspended 78 times over. And afterward, Roy says, "I never felt better." He had missed his goal, but found his identity. Roy wanted to be known as an outlaw driver. Running red-lights? 144 in traffic? BRAGGING about it? There are plenty of extreme sports outlets available to adrenaline junkies that don't endanger others not so inclined. I know, I'm one of them. I'm a gravity freak. I get my kicks from such outdoor pursuits as mountain biking, windsurfing, water, and snow skiing. But I have piston-head friends, and they do it on a track, or off-road. The public roads are dangerous enough without morons like him assuming they're above the law. He's a rich spoiled, self-involved asshole. If he started spewing his cack at me in some bar, he'd get his frikken lights punched out.
  • Well said.