Another thing I saw today was the racer of Townie Bell, and it is cool beyond all reasonable and normal belief...and I know cool.
I am sorta like the James Dean of real, shiny (or sorta shiny), and fast IndyCar racing, except I am uglier than a sack of wet doorknobs.
The only thing I can see wrong with Bell's rig is the unapproved but real-world, hand-fabricated, custom-modified front wing and nose cone assembly.
I don't think the car will cut through the air quite as efficiently as the standard design, but I give the lads of Dreyer & Reinbold William Rast Racing an "A" for effort and for thinking outside the box!
I have heard some say that they are of the opinion that this livery sucks or is ugly. It is their opinion, I guess, but they are wrong and highly mistaken.
Besides...anybody who uses the term livery should probably be throttled just for general purposes, or something.
Maybe.
I told the crew I thought their car was bad-ass(even though it's green), and that the only thing it needed was a .50 caliber machine gun mounted on it because it looked like a Jeep or an Indiana redneck dressed up to go deer hunting with his camouflage and hunter orange safety gear.
The crew had no earthly idea what the hell I was babbling about. Then, they slowly backed away from me.
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