If you’re going to stick your feet in the Atlantic Ocean for the first time, I do recommend Daytona Beach in January. Need to go back.
Hmm. I won Lemons’ Index of Effluency, which is good, but my other two races were a) the transaxle spitting out one half-shaft while leading and b) the I Got Screwed award. Welp.
All hail Queen Chicken.
They also liked maximum parsh.
More adventures of Puff. Sadly, Puff did not get to drive for Toro Rosso. Next time! Surely someone will rotate off, “take a break,” or whatever from that team soon.
I mean, she’s driven the Toro Rosa. Let her have a go in the Toro Rosso, too.
Puff does the work.
A wild XJDano appears!
Also, a good chicken.
I am clearly not a Dino-Roar. Neither is Eric.
Red car. Puffalump. Yep. Checks out.
Here to drive the cars. Beep beep.
Happy ‘Moorica Day, y’all.
My mascot wanted to check out the PWC cars on the way down to Oppo Rally.
Indy’s press conference room has excellent Puffalump lighting.
Here’s Puff in a tire.
Rally Chicken found a Panhard with a mouth that sort of looks like her funky chicken beak.