Hmmmm... Upon further investigation, you won't even get a chance to race me.
Since your sorry butt is West of the Mississippi, you must face
Skyman before you can even challenge me. Hah... You will fail, and thus I am done with your gas tank launching flaming box of death. Sides, those sorry *** 1966 bias ply white walls I'm sure you're running will never allow you the traction you need to beat Sky or myself.
Dynomite, the ultimate weapon is two fingers against the carb guys, hahaha, just pull a vacuum line somewhere!
As far as your nail in a stick, what makes you think I couldn't smoke your sorry butt with flat tires?