[Porsche-O-Phile]

There was an awful lot of dust coming loose under his wheels - that to me suggests there's not a heck of a lot of traction there.

Brass balls, no brains. I suppose there's something to be said for dying doing what you love and not withering away in some convalescent home someplace, but that doesn't mean one has to be in a hurry to get it over with. I like a good thrill, but that's going a bit too far for my liking.