I have to confess that I’m not a big Ferrari fan. I guess I’m too much of an engineer to get past the idea that, for the price of a given Ferrari, one can probably find an equally-fast Porsche or Audi or Corvette or whatever and have a lot of money left over for tires and track fees. I guess this makes me a bad car guy.
I’m also not a big fan of gratuitous oversteer. I know what a slip curve is, and hanging out on the wrong side of the peak is just an expensive way to go slow. Drifting is the motorsport equivalent of figure skating: I know it takes a lot of talent, but I can’t actually bring myself to care about it.
But…
…damn.
I’ll be in my bunk.
Blunt Object 
Does “drifting” accomplish anything, that you couldn’t do without burning the [censored] out of your tires? It seems to me, the equivalent of opening pop-top beer bottles with your teeth: impressive, the opportunity for spectacular fail, but it really doesn’t get you your beer any faster than a prepared guy with an opener.
(Chuckled.)
Okay, Pulver. Great car pron. Now, time to roll out of the rack.
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