I’m just 28 points away from owning Mrs Raiders BMW!!!
Hey, wait a minute. I’m sitting in Portland’s airport trying to count my winnings from Vegas (and get home) and read that you want to commander Mrs. Happydogs BMW? Ho-boy, I wish you well since your demise will be extremely painful and slow. Now if you wanted my 335i I’d just shoot you and be done with it.
Scores this year are outrageous. I’m average over 300 points a race (a bell weather, normally to a 98%tile ranking) and I’m in stinking 11th place and am wondering, ala Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid, who are these guys and did they sell their soul? While I try to discern whether I’m a man or a mouse would you pass the Gouda please.