I’m today years old before I had to look up “tankie.”

Santa may be the only Indy 500 winner with the skills to drive “The Red Sled,” as it’s known in Gasoline Alley. It is set up for him, quick pointy and front centric.

Mediaite (sigh)

He finally got the impenetrable wall he wanted…

It’s just a friggin burger, not crack on a bun.

Or as the sign in a Chicago newsroom said, “If your mother says she loves you, check it out.”

This is the exact experience people used to have with newspapers. If you invested in something and knew the nuances, any story covering your topic came of as superficial and borderline ignorant. And yet we all believed the rest of the coverage as if it’s smart and high quality.

Or you could get some amazing images from F1 through the years at eBay. Or period scarves made for the races.

Or Dr. Strangelove…