I know the driver looks funny, but I like it.
You can flip right off the track onto the floor, put it back, and away you go.
No, *you* look funny. My mom says I am handsome.
Do you know how sick I am of being flipped off the track? Do you even care? Do you know how raw my slotholder is, expected to hold lap after lap while you humans callously throttle down, then more, then even more? Do you know how hard it is to take aspirin when you're plastic?
I earned my rides, Dammit, all the way up to F1/24. Then Scalectrix comes along and says "We can give you a ride, but you'll have to fit into a F1/32 car." And you have the audacity to criticize my arms?
Please respect your drivers before they enlist in the Army or something.